"Arrogant!" The female cultivator shouted in fury, forming hand seals as a bolt of purple lightning shot from her hands, striking directly at Bai Qingxue. Bai Qingxue neither dodged nor evaded. She simply raised her right hand, and a white light shield appeared in her palm. The purple lightning struck the shield with a tremendous boom, yet failed to move it even slightly. "How is this possible?" The female cultivator's expression changed. "You were clearly badly injured—how can you still have such power?" Bai Qingxue didn't answer. Her form flickered, and she was already in front of the female cultivator, palm striking out. The palm strike seemed light and airy, but the wind it generated contained tremendous spiritual power. The female cultivator didn't dare take it head-on and retreated hastily while continuously waving her hands, sending out blade after blade of purple light. Bai Qingxue's figure weaved through the light blades like a ph...