Zuo Lengchan was secretly groaning. His plan had been flawless: seize Wu Tiande upon entering, then silence every witness along the way. Though Yuqing Temple was one of Wudang's five major temples, the Mount Song Sect had deployed in full force this time, along with underworld experts from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks. A mere Yuqing Temple was beneath his notice.
Yet after charging in, he discovered that something was wrong. The people inside were clearly several levels stronger than Yuqing Temple's Taoists. By the time he realized the danger and hesitated over whether to retreat, his men had already begun a massacre. Their opponents had plainly been enraged as well, and no longer showed any mercy.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of lives had been lost. Once such a blood feud was formed, it would not be easy to withdraw. Zuo Lengchan was a formidable figure in his own right. He knew that retreating now would mean enormous losses while making an inexplicably powerful enemy. Better to see it through and uproot them completely. With the forces he had brought this time, wiping out a major martial arts sect would be effortless.
The battle quickly developed as he had expected, with the Mount Song Sect holding a decisive advantage. But then eight master archers appeared among the enemy. Their sheets of arrow rain became the nightmare of the Mount Song Sect's party, felling dozens of experts in an instant.
Even after they finally killed those eight archers, Zuo Lengchan could not rejoice. Experts who used bows were rare in the martial world; judging from their manner, these were clearly military specialists. He faintly felt that he had stepped into a massive trap. Yet several more supreme experts soon emerged from the opposing side, leaving him no