The battle didn't take long, although it was more apt to call it an execution than a battle. The rebelling temple members could barely move, much less put up a fight. Even Xin Dhaije felt like he carried a small mountain on his back.
Though Zhang Daofeng's aura was mostly directed at the temple members opposing him, a portion of it covered the entire hall. It pressed on the guests, dissuading them in case they had any funny ideas after witnessing the temple members' defiance.
Zhang Daofeng's two chakrams moved at blinding speed and cut with uncanny precision. Multiple temple members lost their heads with each sweep of the chakrams.
