Instead of taking any evasive measures, Yuanen Yehui launched her right fist directly toward her opponent.

Asura King harrumphed coldly, and his sharp claws continued to descend. His Bloodthirsty Lion claws were peerlessly sharp and powerful, and he was slashing them directly toward Yuanen Yehui's fist. The scenes that were about to unfold had already surfaced in his mind; he was going to destroy his opponent's arms, then descend from the sky and break open their battle armor with a string of consecutive attacks. After that, he was going to put his opponent out of their misery by grabbing onto their legs and tearing their body in half.

However, those thoughts had only just appeared in his mind when he sensed that something was amiss.

In the instant that Yuanen Yehui unleashed her punch, the surrounding area had suddenly become extremely quiet. All of the whistling air had suddenly vanished, and it was as if all of the air had congealed. Immediately thereafter, his claws came into contact with his opponent's fists, but he felt as if he'd struck a soft pile of cotton.

All of a sudden, an indescribable burst of gentle...