The setting sun was like blood, its glow cast upon the gate of the Longyin Martial Arts Hall, bathing it in a crimson hue.
It seemed to be a grim omen.
And so it was. Dressed in black Samurai Garb, Turen Xiong, flanked by Zuo Haonan, Teng Qianzhang, and Teng Xiaofeng, strode to the entrance of the martial arts hall.
A sinister smile spread across Turen Xiong's face as he suddenly drew his sword. Leaping high into the air, he slashed down with the speed of lightning.
CRACK! CRACK!
The plaque of the Longyin Martial Arts Hall shattered into fragments of all sizes, raining down from above.
With a casual flick of his hand, Turen Xiong unleashed a gust of wind. The fragments turned into deadly projectiles, embedding themselves in the walls with a series of THWACKS.
In an instant, the wall was riddled with holes.
A few passersby saw this, and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock.
