"Stop, stop, I'm the son of the Heavenly Sun Temple's Main Priest, if you dare hit me you're all dead…" Long Wudang's shrill shout burst out from the crowd.
Before he could finish, Mu Han Yan and Ling Baobao, plus that little piglet, all jumped up at the same time. Two people and one beast's fists and feet, plus Ling Baobao's turtle shell, came raining down on Long Wudang's head like a torrential downpour.
Originally, Long Wudang was mixed in with that pack of lackeys, rolling and crawling, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves. Every one of them had bruised noses and swollen faces like pig heads, Mu Han Yan was already having trouble telling them apart. Since he'd opened his mouth and exposed his position, he had no one to blame when Lady Mu's hands showed no mercy.
"Ugh…" Long Wudang had just stuck his head out when he let out another miserable scream and flattened himself back onto the ground, his body echoing with a series of muffled thuds: bang bang bang bang.
