林萧这声吼，又横又急，带着一股子闷骚修士被扰了清净的火气。七八个黑影闻声一颤，动作都慢了半拍。为首的光头壮汉脸色一沉，低吼道：“小杂种，找死！”说着挥拳就冲过来，拳风呼呼作响，带着一股子腥臭味。林萧长棍一摆，横挡在面前。“铛！”

metallic clash echoed, followed by the groan of stressed wood. The gang leader’s fist, thick as a log, didn’t even scratch the surface before cracking against the sturdy staff. He stumbled back, eyes wide, unwilling to believe such a simple move could stop him.

“Hmph,” Lin Xiao snorted. He shifted his stance, the ancient technique humming subtly in his ears. The gang leader recovered quickly, his arrogance flaring back up. “So you’re the one causing trouble? Show me what you’re made of!”

Before Lin Xiao could respond, a sudden wave of red energy swept through the air. The gang members didn’t even have time to blink before they found themselves tangled in shimmering red threads, pulled helplessly towards the center of the clearing. Each thread was thin but incredibly strong, binding their limbs like steel ropes.