Battling the Rakshasa
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yu bit the tip of his tongue. An intense pain washed over him, dispelling the dizziness.
"Careful," Su Yu grunted. "It's an illusionary technique."
His grunt harbored the aura of the Buddhist Saint's Eight Characters, assaulting the ears like a large gong.
Long Feiyu and Qing Zhu felt a chill in their hearts, and a strange event transpired. The pain they had felt started to dissipate, and they began to regain their senses. In the blink of an eye, there were no injuries on their bodies.
"What a powerful illusionary technique, to be able to conjure such realistic feelings of pain!"
They stared at Su Yu. In terms of ability and cultivation level, they were far above Su Yu. How, then, was Su Yu unaffected?