As he spoke, Xu Yi secretly clasped a Swift Wind Talisman in his palm.
Yun Mingmie shot toward him and cupped his fists from afar. "Brother Xu, I've missed you terribly!"
As he spoke, he had already streaked to within a hundred zhang.
Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed behind Yun Mingmie. Like a meteor, it hurtled straight into the spot three inches below Xu Yi's navel, moving far faster than Xu Yi had imagined.
Its speed was nearly a match for the Swift Wind Talisman's escape technique.
A mere hundred zhang—at the Swift Wind Talisman's speed, it would take less than a hundredth of a breath. Even with Xu Yi on guard, he couldn't react in time.
The white light struck the spot three inches below Xu Yi's navel, then instantly took the shape of a round little figure. It was a soul.
The moment the little figure knocked Xu Yi flying, it sent out five soul clones in quick succession. Like arrows, they shot straight toward Xu Yi's spiritual platform.
Xu Yi, thrown through the air, was drenched in sweat. He gritted his teeth and held back his cries, but when the five soul clones pierced his spiritual platform, he finally let out a scream of agony.
The soul figure sneered. "You've got some nerve, daring to offend the Yun family. This is what you get." After speaking, he beckoned, and the Sumeru Ring at Xu Yi's neck flew into his hand.
The soul figure turned to Yun Mingmie. "I can't stay here long. You're responsible for taking this villain to the family estate. If the family rewards you, your uncle-ancestor won't forget you."
He was a soul, and he had come this time because Yun Mingmie had persuaded him, claiming he could capture Xu Yi, that