Chapter Seventy-Five: Controlling the Situation

"Fine horsemanship, fine archery! Fine horse!" After the woman in white stood up, she suddenly pulled the arrow from her shoulder, then took out a small bottle from the pouch she carried, poured out some powder, and applied it to the wound on her back. The bleeding stopped. The woman in white gave a bitter smile and asked again, "Why aren't you afraid of my Crow Array? What Daoist arts do you cultivate? Your soul isn't particularly powerful—you haven't even reached Object Manipulation—so how could you break my Soul-Suppressing Art?" Seizing the chance, Hong Yi drew his sword and, with lightning-fast movements, intercepted the flying sword coming to kill him! Now that he had frightened her, Hong Yi felt that the entire situation was under his control. Still, seeing that his final arrow had struck her, he let out a sigh of relief. "Why aren't you afraid of my Crow Array? Which school's Daoist arts do you cultivate?" After steadying herself, the woman in white asked Hong Yi, her tone forceful. Sure enough, the woman in white no longer dared to act rashly. Though her body was severely wounded, if she risked mutual destruction and sent her Yin Spirit out of her body to cast Daoist arts, Hong Yi would still have considerable misgivings. Clang! "Who are you? Hmph! You were just struck by an arrow and badly injured, yet you still dare to send your Yin Spirit from your body and wield a sword to kill me? Don't you know that once the soul leaves the body, the body grows even weaker? Before you kill me, your fleshly body will likely die. Then you won't be able to return to your aperture, and you'll simply wait to scatter between Heaven and Earth!" Xiao Mu lay on the ground, still