Held in Custody
Though hypnosis was highly effective, that was only true when it came to ordinary people. It still had its limitations.
True martial artists trained hard every day, honing their skills and strengthening their will beyond that of ordinary people. They could do what others could not; a snap or two was not enough to solve everything.
This opportunistic hypnosis was still far inferior to the Demoness's domineering, unrivaled "Spiritual Eye Illusion."
If Qingyao Demoness were here, no matter how resolute the heroes' wills were, a casual glance from her would be enough to make them obediently confess everything.
Li Bai pressured his opponent, trying to inspire a terror great enough to break through his defenses, while patiently waiting for a chance to use hypnosis.
Water had no fixed shape, and the mind no fixed state.
Few people could keep their minds perfectly composed or their defenses raised for long.
Even eminent monks, unmoved by the winds of change, found it difficult. Cultivating the mind was harder than cultivating the Dao; it had never been easy.
The Bearded Man, who seemed to think a dead pig feared no boiling water, had gone pale and was trembling all over, yet he still gritted his teeth and held on.
When the slowly descending Emei dagger was less than three centimeters from the Bearded Man's left eye, someone suddenly said, "Young man, spare him when you can. Please don't take the law into your own hands here. If there's a problem, let the police handle it."
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw an old man with a crew cut entering the practice arena.
"Shi Yi, are you planning to protect this despicable man?"
Old Grandmaster He, who had been pinning the Bearded Man's wrist alongside Li Bai, frowned. Shi Yi's