Mei Ruoshuang is the kind of person who is arrogant and unbearable, and when she hears Song Yan's words, she can still endure it.

"Thief, die!"

As soon as the words fell, Mei Ruoshuang raised her hand and slashed out a palm.

The two of them were only a few meters apart, and the Martial Saint's shot was as fast as lightning, so when Mei Ruoshuang made her move, she could already predict that this thief would be split half to death by her.

But immediately, the expression on her face froze.

Her palm did hit the thief, but ......