"Kill all the Imperial Court dogs!" A burly man with a bristly beard swung his Wolf Fang Club to smash open the tent door, the spikes on the club head still hanging with clotted blood.
Nangong Quan's roar, like a copper gong, shook people's eardrums painfully: "Just at the right time! Let you witness the methods of a Jinyi Guard!"
His massive body soared into the air, the gust from the Great Vajra Palm flipped over the three leading cavalrymen, the crisp sound of rib bones shattering mixed with wails reverberating in the night sky.
Tie Wendie wielded his broken sword into a web of light, the sword moves of "Nine Forms of Flying Dragon" split the air, tearing through human skin like paper.
