Another elder attacked from behind, aiming for a fiery palm strike. Without turning, Long Tian spun his spear backward, striking the elder in the chest and sending him flying. The man crashed into a boulder, blood spraying from his mouth.
"You're too loud," Long Tian said, glancing at the writhing elder on the ground.
Two disciples rushed him together, their weapons raised. Seeing this, Long Tian smirked before vanishing and reappearing behind them. With a quick swipe of his spear, one's arm flew off, and the other fell to his knees as Long Tian's spear pierced his shoulder.
"Please! Spare me!" the injured disciple begged, tears streaming down his face.
"Spare you?" Long Tian tilted his head, feigning thought. Then he kicked the disciple in the chest, sending him crashing into a tree. "No."
