Lin Mo watched the seven heads approaching. It was a formidable technique, certainly the peak of what the Martial World had to offer.
"Not bad," Lin Mo admitted. "But... it's still just a trick of the eye."
He closed his eyes. He didn't need to see the illusions. His refined soul and his [Stillwater Perception] sensed the true flow of energy.
Six of the heads were empty shells of dispersed qi. Only one held the true weight of the steel blade.
He opened his eyes, and they glowed with a brilliant amethyst light.
[Psionic-Tempered Starlight Qi: Soul Shock]!
A pulse of mental energy, sharp as a needle, shot from his eyes, piercing straight into Hei Feilong's mind.
"Guh!"
Hei Feilong flinched. His concentration broke. The six phantom heads flickered and vanished instantly.
Only the real blade remained, thrusting towards Lin Mo's chest, but its momentum had been severed.
