Ling Xiu's eyes were quick, and naturally she wouldn't want to be a burden. In the instant Yang Chen captured Luo Ming, she didn't have time to be surprised. Immediately, she wielded her sword, and from her body, a false shadow with a sharp sword emerged, splitting from one into two, then four, and finally into sixteen.
Sixteen sharp swords pointed at Luo Ming, all striking at different parts of his body.
"Young Master Yang, you can retrieve the Purple Mountain now!" Ling Xiu said.
Yang Chen naturally understood that Ling Xiu did this to free up the Purple Mountain to deal with Wang Chong. This woman was indeed smart and resourceful. Not to mention her skills, just this keen eye was worthy of praise.
Ling Xiu's methods were also impressive. The sixteen swords stabbed at different positions on Luo Ming's body as if they were sealing him using a secret art. Even without Yang Chen's Purple Mountain suppressing him, Luo Ming lay there motionless, unable to use any techniques.