The dark patterns on the head of the Shaking Mountain Sea-Suppressing Hammer suddenly flared, intertwining with Powerful Qi to form a crimson-black Gang Wind. The air in its path was compressed into visible, ring-like ripples.
BOOM!
The instant the hammer fell, the entire tavern's wooden beams trembled, and the bronze bells on the eaves rang out in a sudden clamor, like a startled flock of crows taking flight.
The carved screen in the third-floor private room was overturned by the shockwave. Bowls, plates, and wine pots crashed to the ground with a clatter. From the adjacent "Celestial Character C" room, a woman's shriek rang out: "The beams are collapsing!"
In the hallway, a tray slipped from a waiter's hands. A tureen of scalding snow frog soup spilled across the green bricks, sending up a cloud of white steam.
