The capital city.
One rainy night.
A battle was raging on, one that was almost white-hot in its intensity. Rain poured down ceaselessly from the heavens as if draping the heaven and earth with a delicate veil.
The Black Dragon Guard finally made their move. They leaped down from the rooftops and unsheathed from their waist the Li knife, a thick and heavy one. Swept away by the oppressive and dense force of the Spirit Qi, he swung it down mercilessly.
Some of the South Manor Army troops could not withstand the attack. They were split into half immediately, their head splitting from their body.
Crimson-red blood stained the ground. Rain fell, washing away the blood.
The old eunuch and Tang Yimo were locked in battle. He flicked his fly-whisk to draw up the water on the ground and transform them into a water wall.
