South Sea, Shu Mountain.
Inside the Daoist temple, cries of battle and screams of agony were intertwined.
Flames soared into the sky, dyeing the night sky crimson.
The usually tranquil Daoist temple had become a place of bloodshed.
Shuyan Disciples, clad in Daoist robes, wielded longswords in fierce combat against the intruding members of the Five Black Classes.
The shadows of swords flickered, carrying a sharp momentum with every swing, but gradually became weakened under the reckless attacks of the Five Black Class desperadoes.
Members of the Five Black Classes wore bizarre outfits, their hair dyed red and yellow. Before the Spiritual Energy Revival, most had been hoodlums and vagabonds.
When it came to bravery and savagery, none of them were afraid.
The Five Black Class members surged like a tide, their faces ferocious, wielding batons, cleavers, and knuckle dusters that glinted with cold light.
Innocent and courteous Daoists, tonight faced the desecration by sewer rats.
