Ying Ziheng's expression was calm as he looked at one of the guards.
The rest of the guards turned pale with fright. They hurriedly turned around and retreated, blocking in front of Ying Ziheng.
Everyone looked at the guard with solemn expressions. They were not as calm as Ying Ziheng.
The moon was dark and the wind was cold. It was a black jade kylin.
Everyone knew the name of the ink qilin. It was precisely because they knew how terrifying the ink qilin was that they were now facing a great enemy.
In the martial world, he had never seen the true face of the ink qilin.
It was rumored that this person was the "number one assassin in Han Country". This person was formless and shapeless, but he could transform into all living beings.
He was proficient in the art of disguise, imitating people's voices and moves to the point that almost no one could detect him.
These people were Ying Ziheng's guards, and their cultivations were extraordinary. In addition, they had been protecting Ying Ziheng for the past few days.
At this moment, they did not dare to be negligent. Even they did not feel that there was anything unusual about this person.
The guard Ying Ziheng called Black Qilin revealed a shocked expression and hurriedly explained,
"Your Highness, I am your guard, Hei Fu. How can I be an ink qilin?”
However, he was bewildered in his heart. His disguise technique was so exquisite that it was impossible for Ying Ziheng to recognize him.
Although the guard at the side was still on guard, his expression relaxed a little. Clearly, he had been persuaded by the ink qilin.
They had been together for the past few days and were basically inseparable. If this person was really the ink qilin in disguise, they should be able to notice some abnormalities.
Could His Highness have made a mistake?
However, when they thought about how Ying Ziheng's evil ability to manipulate the yellow sand had displayed an incomparably terrifying might over the past few days, they began to think again.
Could it be that His Highness was so powerful that his perception was wrong because of the assassinations?
When the ink qilin saw the guards pause for a moment, its pitch-black eyes also turned to look at Ying Ziheng. It found that Ying Ziheng's face was filled with indifference, as if he had already determined that it was the ink qilin.
When Ying Ziheng saw that the ink qilin was still quibbling, his expression did not change in the slightest. He only said indifferently,
"The yellow sand is my eyes. You can hide from the mortal body, but you can't hide from these ancient grains of sand.”
It sounded extremely domineering, but it was also impossible to refute!
He was like a supreme emperor.
If I say you are, you are!
His words were golden words and jade laws!
Moreover, although the ink qilin's disguise was exquisite, it was useless in front of Ying Ziheng, especially when they were in a desert outside Hangu Pass.
At this moment, Ying Ziheng was playing the role of the desert emperor, Azir. The yellow sand in the sky was his eyes.
If he still couldn't find the ink qilin, then he might as well find a piece of frozen tofu and kill himself.
"Understood!"
When the other guards heard this, their eyes were filled with killing intent. Powerful Inner Breath spread out, sealing off the other party's escape route.
So what if it wasn't? The Third Young Master's words were the supreme imperial edict. They would rather kill the wrong person than let him off!
Hence, they immediately surrounded the guard and prepared to capture him.
"What a domineering fellow, even more arrogant than Ying Zheng!”
Seeing this scene, the ink qilin's expression became grave, and she was greatly shocked. She was now certain that Ying Ziheng had recognized her.
The ink qilin's heart was filled with shock as he looked at Ying Ziheng's indifferent and cold gaze. It was as bone-chilling as the cold wind in the desert at night.
The thing that made the ink qilin most fearful was the terrifying, majestic aura coming from Ying Ziheng's body.
In her perception, it was not the aura that a person should have. Instead, it was more like a vast and scorching sun slowly rising in the bone-chilling night, hanging high in the sky.
Ying Ziheng stood in the middle of the bright sun, as if the bright sun had risen for him.
Just a glance at each other caused the ink qilin to break out in cold sweat.
Sensing Ying Ziheng's aura, the black qilin's mind was filled with only fear.
Endless fear!
The ink qilin, who had seen countless martial artists, knew how much shock Ying Ziheng's arrival would bring to the long-peaceful martial world.
The ink qilin couldn't see through this person's realm, but she knew that the power of the sun she sensed definitely far exceeded that of ordinary Celestial Realm.
Celestials were still humans after all. How could they compete with the gods who controlled the sun?
The ink qilin didn't say anything else. Cold sweat had already soaked the back of his clothes.
He had a feeling that if he stayed here any longer, he would definitely die.
This was the survival instinct of beasts and even humans.
The Third Young Master's senses were so sharp!
Seeing that the ink qilin no longer refuted, everyone began to believe what Ying Ziheng had said. Although they couldn't see any flaws, the ink qilin had undoubtedly tacitly agreed.
As for Wang Ben and Wang Li, they had believed Ying Ziheng's words from the beginning. They had protected Ying Ziheng behind them, and their goal was to protect him.
As for whether or not to kill the ink qilin, that was something he needed to consider after ensuring Ying Ziheng's safety.
"Catch him!"
The rest of the guards also roared and quickly drew their sabers. Their eyes were filled with sand as they charged towards the guards disguised by the ink qilin!
Just like what Ying Ziheng had said, his words were supreme authority. Everyone only needed to follow them!
Regardless of whether it was true or false, he had to take it down first. Once he resisted, he would kill without mercy!
Whoosh!
The sound of air being torn apart rang out. Before anyone else could get close, the ink qilin circulated his movement technique and stepped lightly. A black shadow flashed and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
He didn't give them a chance to make a move and instantly moved a hundred miles.
They had long since charged out of the encirclement of Great Qin's Cavalrymen. After all, the famous Black Jade Qilin was not for nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the ink qilin had already moved a few thousand meters away. He panted heavily and revealed a happy expression.
He had already escaped. This Third Young Master did not seem to be that terrifying.
However, Ying Ziheng only smiled. The ink qilin was just an ant in his palm, and it didn't know what death was.
He actually thought that he had escaped and was feeling smug. Little did he know that his fate had already been decided when he came to assassinate him.
Ying Ziheng merely raised his eyes and looked at the dazzling stars in the sky. He said with an indifferent expression,
"A meaningless struggle!"
In an instant, a thousand meters away, a strong wind suddenly blew, sweeping up endless yellow sand.
The yellow sand in the sky slowly transformed into chains, and they attacked the black qilin with the help of the bone-piercing coldness of the night.
"How is that possible? What spell is this?"
The ink qilin turned pale with fright and hurriedly activated his movement technique to dodge.
However, the shackles of the desert emperor who had once ascended to the divine realm would not allow mortals to resist. Two chains transformed from yellow sand tore through the air and instantly pierced through the black qilin's lute bone.
Kacha!
"Aaah!"
The pain was like a vast ocean that attacked the ink qilin. The ink qilin fell to the ground from the pain and couldn't move.
He let out a painful whimper and a desperate wail, accompanied by a shrill cold wind that resounded through the clouds.
Everyone heard the black qilin's desperate wail, but they didn't even see Ying Ziheng make a move.
In just two days, the yellow sand chains had bound the ink qilin and suppressed him.
This was Ying Ziheng's strength. The Black Jade Kylin, the number one assassin in Han Country, was not even able to withstand a single blow from Ying Ziheng.
Everyone's hearts were filled with reverence. They wanted to bring back the ink qilin that was bound by the yellow sand chains.
At this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared, and the sky suddenly darkened.
Squeak squeak!
The originally bright moonlight and the dazzling stars suddenly dissipated. A large number of bats covered the sky and swept towards everyone.
It forced the people who wanted to bring the ink qilin back to retreat. Someone wanted to save the ink qilin.
Wang Li immediately felt that something was wrong. How could the ink qilin not have teammates behind him?
Wang Li hurriedly stood up and looked at the center of the bats. A pitch-black figure rushed out from the bats.
Scarlet eyes, a short and stooped body, and a rather ugly and strange appearance.
Wang Li's expression turned grave when he saw this person. He knew this person. He was one of the members of Quicksand, the Stealth Bat!
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