Retreat

Shen Qinghe was unable to get close to Li Xiao at all.

That terrifying archery seemed to have grown eyes, keeping her firmly locked on. Whenever she closed the distance, Li Xiao calmly used Flying Cloud Leg to pull away, then turned and fired another arrow.

The arrows either transformed into the four claws of an Azure Dragon or carried the roar of wind and thunder, sealing off her path of advance from different angles and forcing her to stop time and again to defend.

Her Six Desires Heavenly Demon Qi was certainly exquisite, but against this kind of long-range suppression, all her advantages in close combat were worn away completely, leaving her unable to put them to use.

Meanwhile, the other three Round Marrow cultivators were tightly entangled by Li Xiao's three Sword Qi.

Each of the three was pinned down in place, unable to free up a hand to support the Saintess for the moment.

The longer Shen Qinghe fought, the more stifled she felt. As the Saintess of the Red Dust Devil Palace and a Round Marrow Realm cultivator, she was actually being driven into a dilemma by a Marrow-Piercing Realm youth using such a kiting tactic.

Li Xiao seemed to be her natural nemesis. No matter how she changed her moves, he always dissolved them at just the right moment, leaving her strength with nowhere to go.

Seeing Shen Qinghe's teeth-gritting expression, Li Xiao could not help but laugh. As he widened the distance, he said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Shen, what do you think? Do I have the strength?"

Shen Qinghe stopped pursuing him and stood atop a protruding boulder, her chest rising and falling slightly. Clearly, she had expended no small amount of energy.

She looked coldly at Li Xiao, her tone carrying