Yi Chen suddenly retreated, then seized the black-robed man.
His fingers clamped around the black-robed man's head, and he struck a spell into his mind.
The black-robed man immediately shuddered, his gaze going blank as he fell into a stupor.
"Hmph!" Yi Chen sneered and flicked his fingers, injecting a surge of soul power into the black-robed man's head.
"Aaargh..."
The black-robed man suddenly screamed, clutching his head, his face contorted.
"You... what did you do to me?" The black-robed man stared venomously at Yi Chen.
Yi Chen snorted and kicked the black-robed man, knocking him unconscious outright.
"What a useless piece of trash." Yi Chen curled his lip.
Yi Chen used the Soul-Seizing Technique merely to control the black-robed man's consciousness and prevent him from feeling any urge to resist. It did not affect his will.
With a wave of his hand, Yi Chen released the restraints on the black-robed man and tossed him away.
Suddenly, the tip of a whip whistled toward Yi Chen, darting swiftly at his throat from a treacherous angle.
Yi Chen sneered, reached out with his right hand, and caught the whip's tip with precision. Then he thrust forward forcefully, dragging down the woman at its other end.
Holding the whip's tip, Yi Chen got a clear look at the woman.
She was around twenty-five, with a melon-seed face, willow-leaf brows, a high nose bridge, and a small cherry mouth. Her large eyes, clear as autumn waters, brimmed with liveliness and cunning.
Clad in bronze armor and holding a jade-green whip, she looked like a fairy descended to the mortal world, beautiful and unearthly, yet radiating a fierce, domineering air.
"Who are you? Let go of me!" the young woman roared, struggling desperately.
Yi Chen said mockingly, "Let you go? I refuse."
**Crack, crack,