Ling Xiu was quick-eyed and swift-handed. Naturally unwilling to become dead weight, the instant Yang Chen captured Luo Ming, she suppressed her shock and immediately swung her sword. A phantom peeled away from her body, sword in hand, splitting from one into two, two into four, then eight into sixteen.
Sixteen swords pointed at Luo Ming, stabbing into different parts of his body.
"Young Master Yang, you can withdraw the Purple Mountain now!" Ling Xiu said.
Yang Chen naturally understood that Ling Xiu had done this so he could free up the Purple Mountain to deal with Wang Chong next. This woman was truly clever and quick-witted. Leaving aside her methods, her keen eye alone deserved praise.
Ling Xiu had some skill herself. The sixteen swords pierced different locations across Luo Ming's body, seemingly forming some kind of sealing secret art. Even without Yang Chen's Purple Mountain suppressing him, Luo Ming lay obediently where he was, utterly unable to do anything.
Yang Chen had no time to praise Ling Xiu. Fixing his eyes on Wang Chong, he immediately unleashed his methods.
Comparatively speaking, Wang Chong had fled farther away, but Yang Chen had anticipated this and had already prepared a backup plan.
"Trying to run? I'm afraid it won't be so easy." Yang Chen muttered.
Wang Chong was now fleeing headlong, looking back in terror as he ran. He was drenched in cold sweat. This brat is far too strong, isn't he? Are all Profound Dao Sect disciples like this? Even Luo Ming fell for it... Damn it, I should have already run beyond the range of a Body Integration Realm cultivator's control over heaven and earth spiritual energy, right? Wang Chong knew a little about the special abilities of the Body Integration Realm. Feeling that he had escaped Yang