The night was as black as ink. In the sparse starlight, the silhouette of Qingyang Commandery City looked particularly somber.
The flying eaves of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters in the eastern part of the city cast jagged shadows in the moonlight. By day, the five-story wooden building with its carved beams and painted rafters was one of the most bustling places in the Commandery City. Now, however, it was shrouded in a grim, murderous air.
BOOM—!
A muffled explosion suddenly erupted, shattering the silence of the night.
The main gates of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters exploded under the immense force, sending sawdust and splinters flying everywhere.
Countless dark figures flooded in from outside, like a black torrent from a burst dam.
The man in the lead was tall and powerfully built. He wore a dark gold brocade robe fastened with a wide leather belt, from which hung a long saber.
