"Brother Han, it seems we've arrived late; nothing left for us to do."
Mu Chun of the Broken Blade Sect stared blankly at the wide long street. The Red Eyebrow Bandits scattered, all dropping their steel knives, shouting for mercy and fleeing wildly, cursing their parents for not giving them two more legs.
The doorman uncle of Tongwen Hall, once kindly and gentle, now seemed transformed. With a red lotus above his head, naked to the waist, he moved like a dragon and a tiger, crushing heads one by one.
Anyone with bulging pockets, having plundered gold, silver, and jewels, with a trace of bloodlust on their face, was slaughtered without mercy.
The scene was extremely bloody; bodies fell helplessly like crops in a field, harvested cleanly by a sharp sickle.
Mu Chun, the hot-tempered leader of the Broken Blade Sect, gained his fame by killing brigands and mountain bandits. Wielding the Nine-Ring Saber with great prowess, he had beheaded hundreds.
