Daoist Qixia frantically grabbed two cultists and shoved them in front of him.
The Heavy Hammer pierced through the first body without slowing, sending the second man flying. He only stopped when his back slammed into the incense burner.
The bronze incense burner was dented by the impact. The ash within, mixed with blood, splashed onto the banner proclaiming, "The Evil World Must Be Destroyed!"
Xu Yunfan strode forward, each step cracking the floor tiles beneath his feet.
The remaining cultists, terrified by his aura, found their weapon-wielding hands trembling uncontrollably.
A young cultist suddenly threw down his steel saber and ran screaming toward the mountain gate.
"Useless!"
Daoist Qixia swept his duster sideways, the steel needles at its tip piercing the back of the deserter's head.
When he turned back, he saw Xu Yunfan was already upon him, the smell of sweat and blood rushing to greet him.
"Wait, wait!"
