Ghostly Moves

"I never thought Old Sima would use himself as bait to buy the Spirit-Devouring Demon Child a chance to grow," Lin Qing said softly.

"From what I know of him, he'd never do that. My guess is the Spirit-Devouring Demon Child sold him out. Evil Spirits like that are cold-blooded to the bone. They've never regarded people as human," Qiu Changming said grimly.

"We should go too," Wang Ling said.

Elsewhere.

Inside Shichuan Prefectural City, at the City Guard Army's Northern Barracks, soldiers had surrounded a white-clad youth on every side.

An eerie blue light glowed in his eyes, with no pupils in sight. Meeting his gaze sent a chill crawling down the spine.

At his feet lay no fewer than eighty corpses, all of them dried husks.

"Old Wei, what do we do now? The bastard just won't die." Fang Yue, a commander of the City Guard Army, gripped his double-headed axe and stared fixedly at the youth ahead, swallowing hard.

"Loose arrows!" Wei Qixian, another City Guard Army commander clad in black armor, suddenly swept out a hand beside him.

Swish, swish, swish!

Hundreds of soldiers loosed their arrows at once. In an instant, arrows fell like rain, hurtling at the white-clad youth from every direction and sealing off every route of escape.

What the youth did next chilled them all. His figure flickered—not through sorcery, but through extraordinary Lightness Skill. His body was also unlike an ordinary person's, lighter and more agile. He moved at an unbelievable speed, too fast for the naked eye to track.

Like a ghost, he slipped through the rain of arrows. He dodged most with ease, and the few that struck his body fell harmlessly to the ground.

Even as he dodged, he followed an eerie, unpredictable path straight toward Wei