"Run, I'll hold them off. Escape the city and cross the river back to Guangyun County."
A young monk in white robes, his head shaven with the scars of his vows, wielded a long sword in his hand that shimmered and shifted between existence and illusion, forming a dense thicket of blade light, protecting a small group as they charged towards the city gate.
There was blood on his sword, staining his white clothes red; even his strikingly handsome face seemed to have been splashed with a layer of red paint.
One might think he's crawled out of a blood pool like an Asura, yet he exuded an aura of unexpected clarity and wisdom.
Close behind him was a man nearly nine feet tall with broom-like eyebrows and a bare chest, wielding twin hammers that had flames dancing upon their surfaces.
With a single swing of his hammer, he unleashed a tidal wave of Qi, crushing the muscles and bones of the screaming civilians around him, sending them flying into the air.
