Blood drenched the path the Japanese government revered as sacred. Restless, aggrieved spirits surged everywhere. For those who had died so suddenly and tragically, they did not even know the reason for their deaths. They had perished innocently, caught in a bewildered stampede. A glance around revealed bodies everywhere, all in gruesome states.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The killing spree only came to a halt before a sign that read: "Dismount and Proceed on Foot."
Ahead, a dozen figures stood in a line. Dressed in matching samurai attire and holding katanas with both hands, they charged toward Qin Fan and Hua Xiaotian. A terrifying, murderous aura billowed from them, filling the sky.
"Alright, Old Hua, it's your show. Breaking through the Gang Jin threshold requires slaughter—a certain *quality* of slaughter. As a Great Grandmaster of Martial Arts, dealing with this rabble shouldn't be difficult, right?" Qin Fan said with a smirk, wiping the blood from his Soft Whip.
