Had Lin Qiye not reacted with lightning speed and agility, the headless man's blade would have been enough to strike him down.

With a flick of his finger, Lin Qiye caused the two straight knives lodged in the headless man's chest to tremble violently before flying out. Despite the ghastly wounds they left, not a drop of blood spurted from the creature, as if it had no blood to begin with.

The knives returned to Lin Qiye's hands, and he landed softly on the ground, silent as a ghost.

Thud—!