"Shit! Shit! Shit!" The sole surviving individual of the Spirit Sword Sect, the Sect Leader's disciple collapsed to the floor weakly after arriving at an inn. He had to throw off his Sect's precious garments and change into a casual set of clothes, not to mention cut off his hair which was a signature style of his Sect.
Until he became strong enough to avenge his Sect, he had to live in hiding. He understood that, for he was considered intelligent. But, he disliked the thought, which was why he was wallowing in self-pity.
Most of all, he was confused. The attackers led by Rass were just normal people. Heck, they even seemed untrained in comparison to the regular soldiers.
But despite that, thanks to the demonic weapons and armour they possessed, they began to kill Martial Artists like helpless chickens.
