Lu Jiao moves quickly as soon as the blast hits Kunlun. "The protection shields will hold, but we have to act fast." She nods towards Fei Lin. "Take all the young and weak to the Dragon's Roost, and then meet me in the armory, I'm letting everyone pick as many weapons as they can use."
"Surely, you don't mean..." Yin Xian starts.
Lu Jiao cuts him off. "Yes, even the old Masters treasures! What good are they to us, if we're all dead?"
Wu Yun and Lan Tian follow Lu Jiao as she stalks out of her rooms and to the courtyard in front of the Phoenix's Perch, where a huge crowd has gathered.
Everyone is looking at the sky. There are hundreds of Immortal Mountain disciples floating on their swords, swelling up the horizon like a swarm of bees. They're organized in wedge and square formations, and at the call of the figure in the center, who can be none other than Lian Feng, release a tremendous amount of energy towards Kunlun.
