The woman offered a kind reminder.
"Come on. Since you dare to rob people, let me see where your confidence comes from. If I beat you until you cry, your spirits will belong to me."
Hong Batian said with a faint smile. This woman was rather interesting. From the very beginning, she had never intended to take his life, nor had she revealed even the slightest killing intent toward him. Since that was the case, what was wrong with playing along?
"Hmph, looking down on me?"
The woman snorted coldly and released the arrow in her hand. At once, a blazing crimson arrow shot toward Hong Batian. Everywhere the arrow passed, the ground split open with a huge gouge.
"Phantom Seven Hands, Phantom Hand."
Hong Batian raised his right hand. Afterimages flashed one after another, and then he steadily caught the arrow in a single grasp. Just like that, the arrow was held in his hand.
Crack...
Hong Batian exerted a slight force with his palm, snapping the arrow in two. The broken halves fell to the ground.
"Interesting. Woodenhead, go."
The woman narrowed her eyes and smiled. The man beside her, carrying a heavy sword on his back, yanked out the enormous blade behind him and leaped high into the air. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he brought it crashing down at Hong Batian.
He possessed the imposing might of one who could pull up mountains and overwhelm the world.
Hong Batian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sky, his flaming red hair stirring despite the absence of wind. The next instant, Hong Batian vanished from where he stood. The heavy sword smashed fiercely into the spot he had occupied, blasting a large hole into the ground.
"Crescent Moon, go."
The woman drew three arrows and