Zhong Lingyun's expression shifted slightly. His figure flickered as he shouted, "What are you doing?"
A young city guard sneered. "You vile fiend, you nearly fooled us!"
The golden light in his eyes withdrew as he sneered repeatedly. "What a pity—your luck is bad!"
He pulled a golden token from his robes. Golden light was flashing from it.
The city guards charging at Zhong Lingyun saw the anomaly in the golden token, and their charge grew even fiercer.
Holding the gleaming token high, the young city guard lifted his head and chest, smiling arrogantly. "No fiend can sneak into the imperial city, no matter how strong your cultivation is!"
"Every fiend is to be slain—kill—!"
"Kill—!"
"Kill!"
The city guards sped up. Their blades swept out like streaks of white silk, dozens of white flashes forming a sea of light that sought to drown him.
Zhong Lingyun's eyes suddenly brightened. He shot diagonally sideways, then sharply turned, tracing out a huge V-shape as he tried to evade them and rush toward the city gate.
"This road is blocked!"
A thunderous shout rang out. Two middle-aged men emerged from the city gate, crossing the distance in two strides and striking out with both palms.
A streak of white light flew from Zhong Lingyun's left sleeve toward one of the middle-aged men, while his right palm struck toward the other.
The white light was a Flying Dagger, but the middle-aged man's palm force knocked it away.
Bang!
He was sent flying by the other middle-aged man's palm.
"Heh, that's all!?"
The two men laughed, their figures flashing as they gave chase, intending to kill him outright.
Every fiend was to be slain. Killing one on sight could never be wrong.
While still in midair, Zhong Lingyun formed hand seals with both