"Intruders of Lin Palace, shall DIE!" The decade of repression withheld within Jun Qing burst forth at that moment into a mesmerising dance with his blade, a weaving trail of moonlight reflecting off the sword like liquid silver, weaving through the shadowed figures in a flash!
Standing as though rooted to the ground, the shadows had no time to react!
They stood in blank astonishment, looking at Jun Qing.
Did the cripple who was sitting in the wheelchair, just kill a score of his enemies in a flash? That swift and unerringly precise swordplay chilled them to their bones.
Jun Qing was not crippled! He was faster than ever!
They could only watch on in dismay, as their comrades were killed one by one, as chilling fear crept into their hearts.
"White Owl!" Jun Qing summoned under his breath, and blinding brilliance burst forth from the ring on his finger. A large white owl manifested within the light, and with a screech, swooped into the enemies!
