Xiao Shunzhi retreated more than one hundred feet back and stared fixedly at Yin Wuyou's right hand.
There was a smear of red blood on his chest, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.
"How did you do it?" Xiao Shunzhi asked coldly.
A trace of regret flashed across Yin Wuyou's face. She had endured until now to use the Shadow Sword. She originally wanted to heavily injure Xiao Shunzhi. But in the end, she still didn't succeed.
Although Xiao Shunzhi had fallen to the second rank, his combat experience and Martial Dao intuition far surpassed that of ordinary second-rank martial artists.
Yin Wuyou had only just leveled up for a short time, and she wasn't Xiao Shunzhi's match. It was already good luck that she could last until now.
"Do you think I'll tell you?" Yin Wuyou's body swayed. She was on the verge of collapse.