Daoist Qingming had now become an unfeeling battle machine. When Lin Bai issued an attack command, he flicked his horsetail whisk, casting Immortal's Guidance, which enveloped all members of the Blood Shadow Sect.
"How dare you, presumptuous whelp!" Lan Nuotian blanched, raising his hand to form a protective aura of blood qi for his disciples.
"What's there not to dare? You want to kill me, and you expect me to let you off easy? Do you really take me for a pushover?" Lin Bai laughed, throwing out a Blank Card that enveloped Daoist Qingling, who lay on the ground, his breathing faint as a thread.
The young Taoists from Return to Dragon View had rushed over to feed Daoist Qingling medicine, but before they could get the pill into his mouth, the soft light emanating from the Card pushed them aside.
Before everyone's incredulous eyes, Daoist Qingling was sealed into the Card, which then spiraled back into Lin Bai's hand.
A thirty percent success rate, plus an unknown Luck Value.
