Assassination

Lin Qing frowned. He understood that all of this was an illusion. The roar just now had entered his ears and distorted his five senses. This was one of the Yinyuan Sect Fiends' common tricks—anyone who had worshipped the Red Embroidered Lady could use it.

He immediately began circulating the Tathagata Fist Manual in secret. Force surged throughout his body, and even his skin took on a faint golden glow.

In that instant, the ghostly claws on his body vanished. The illusory scene around him warped along with them, then shattered with a crash.

"The human body is like a furnace, with blood and qi as its flames, capable of burning away evil energy. That is why those with powerful physiques fear neither evil spirits nor sinister sorcery!"

Lin Qing murmured, his gaze sharpening as he locked onto a figure atop the house ahead. The figure was dressed like an ordinary fisherman, but his reddish eyes and the surging killing intent radiating from him proved that he was a Yinyuan Sect Fiend.

Immediately afterward, three more figures appeared in the other three directions around the courtyard, surrounding Lin Qing and his four companions.

Lin Qing swept his gaze around again. Wei Dong's face was full of strain. He was clearly still trapped in the illusion and needed time to break free. The other three constables, being too weak, had already fallen unconscious.

"Attack! Kill him, then retreat at once!"

The fisherman barked the order, drew his saber, and leaped down from above, charging straight at Lin Qing.

When they were less than twenty paces apart, he let out another long howl, trying to use the same trick to distort Lin Qing's five senses.

This time, however, force protected Lin Qing's entire body, rendering him completely immune to the Phantom Sound