Smoke drifted in the air and mixed with the dawn clouds that stretched over the Qing clan's compound.
Wet thuds rippled through the garden as the trees and vegetation that had been planted for countless years in the Qing grounds caught fire.
All the cattle, the horses, the donkeys, the rabbits, and any other breeding animal the Qing had slammed their gates open and stampeded onto the streets and into the bushes, screaming.
Blood trailed thin lines across the burnt ground and seeped into the rootlike cracks. Sharp coughs rasped as Hu Qing lay in his own pool of blood, with his left hand pressed on his chest, bleeding enormously.
The moment a cloth-flapping sound rippled above him, Hu Qing tried to raise his death sword, but ended up getting his fingers chopped off by a sharp, black, blazing blade.
"AHHH! FUCK!"
The blades of his death sword screeched against his Eclipse Overlord war suit before finally falling flat beside him like his own soul.
