The skull caved in completely, the skeletal body dropping before it even finished falling forward.
Then another, and another.
Each movement was simple, direct, efficient, and no wasted motion.
Within a few breaths, ten skeletons had already fallen around him, broken apart by nothing but his bare hands.
The people nearby stared for a split second.
Then the cheers came.
"It's him!"
"Sect Master Fuing!"
"We're saved!"
The surrounding fighters straightened almost immediately, their earlier tension easing just slightly as recognition spread through the area.
Respect.
Relief.
Both at once.
Aiden watched from above, his gaze sharpening.
'Oh, that's the sect master of Clear Water Sect.'
Below, Fuing didn't react to the cheers.
His eyes moved across the street once, taking everything in, the scattered formations, the broken lines, the remaining skeletons still pushing forward without any sense of fear.
