"Lord Zhuge, there's no need to worry. They're just bandits daring to offend the temple. I'll show them some real power... real power..." Long Wudang spoke while bending backward in mid-air, striking what he thought was a dashing pose.
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, a skinny, elongated arm reached in front of him, and Long Wudang's body was sent flying horizontally like a giant stone catapulted away.
With a muffled bang, the entire Huayu Temple shook slightly. Thankfully, most of the twenty-four main arrays had been restored, or else he might have crashed right through them.
Sliding down against the stone wall, Young Master Long Yang was no longer capable of any dashing antics, vomiting blood foam in mouthfuls, his eyes bulging like a dead fish.
"Young Master, Young Master!" The priests accompanying him were startled, rushing to his side and swiftly administering elixirs.
