"Act now!"
Longze Qianyuan commanded with an indifferent expression.
"Tap tap tap!"
A series of rapid footsteps approached as dozens of Samurai charged forward, drawing their katanas with a single target—to slay Lin Fan on the spot.
"Swish!"
The cold gleam of blades, as dozens of katanas slashed down simultaneously!
Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, unmoved, and only when the Samurai closed in did he suddenly stomp his foot with great force!
"Boom—!"
The ground underfoot burst apart, unleashing a majestic surge of air that spread in all directions, blasting the dozens of Samurai away with clattering sounds. The area outside the Spirit Hall was left in complete disarray.
In an instant.
"Bang!"
A low sound resonated— the air itself pierced through. On the artificial hill right in front of the Spirit Hall's main doors, the Heavy Crossbowman pulled the trigger aimed at the back of Lin Fan's head.
"Master Lin, be careful!"
