The wind rose and the clouds surged in the courtyard.
Liang Qu only felt a strong wind hitting his face; the air churned like boiling water with white streams of qi rising violently, forming a massive vortex that spiraled down from the eye of the storm, descending a blade over several dozen feet long that spanned across the entire courtyard!
Shadows moved and covered everything; an intangible sense of oppression filled every corner.
In the kennel, Black Teeth stood as solid as Mount Tai, while the puppies that had just opened their eyes not long ago stood with their tails erect, howling and scampering in panic from all directions, tumbling and scurrying back to their nests, curling up into fluffy little coal balls.
Only then did Liang Qu realize that since spring had passed, Black Teeth had given birth to many puppies this year.
His gaze returned.
The long blade was firm and unyielding, its might radiating in all directions as the dust on the ground was sent flying.
