Shen Ying's cold and beautiful face showed no expression, she simply looked at the two with icy eyes, her hand forming a seal technique, as miasma spread and peach blossoms flew.
The figure in the cyan robe flickered, dodging a tree root, then extended his right hand. Five long and sharp blue-black nails slashed fiercely, opening three gashes on the tree root, causing brown sap to spray out from the wounds.
"Swish..."
Two peach blossoms silently fell onto the back of the cyan-robed person, instantly turning into two beams of light that merged into him, causing him to let out a muffled grunt and swiftly flash to the side.
On the other side, Pengke Mountain stood firmly despite countless whipping tree roots, with two short curved sabers in his hands flying up and down, their movements ancient yet extremely effective.
"Heh, trying to match strength with your Grandpa Pig, huh, heh, your Grandpa Pig is mighty strong!"
