The leader, "Iron Arm Vajra" Wanyan Lie, stood like an iron tower, his muscular arms coiled like dragons. Every swing of his Eight-angled Purple Gold Hammer brought a piercing whistle through the air. "Venerable Poison Snake" Ye Lüqi cloaked in a swirling blue mist, with the hidden weapons laced with poison in his waist pouch glinting ominously in the shadows. "Chasing Wind Sword" Murong Yun's long sword, when unsheathed, condensed Sword Qi into frost flowers in midair. "Heaven-Flipping Palm" Gongsun Sheng's palms were red as hot coals, leaving scorched palm prints on the ground with every step.
"Little ladies of the Naiman Tribe, do not resist in vain!" Wanyan Lie's roar caused bricks and stones to fall from the city walls, "Surrender the city obediently, and this general will leave your bodies intact! Beautiful little ladies, this general might even take you as concubines!"
