A few dozen paces away, Li Beichen activated several more refined iron daggers.
The group's expressions changed at once.
Elephant Eighteen reacted, too.
Rooar!! With a furious bellow, it suddenly raised its pillar-like foot and brought it down on the masked man in front of it.
The force was astonishing, like a mountain collapsing and rocks being crushed.
With a single stomp, it crushed one masked man into a bloody pulp.
Seeing that things had gone awry, the masked leader hurriedly retreated into the warehouse. Wang Dao saw this and, gritting his teeth, dashed away.
Elephant Eighteen still wanted to charge into the warehouse, but Li Beichen stopped it in time with a shout.
The commotion immediately roused everyone at Like-Elephant Martial Hall.
Elephant Eighteen was the living mascot of Like-Elephant Martial Hall, practically the whole hall's darling.
Dozens of people streamed out of the martial hall in a great rush.
Even Meng Juxiang hurried over from the ancestral hall in the back courtyard.
The crowd surged toward the warehouse where Li Beichen was.
Then they parted to make way for Meng Juxiang.
"Master!"
Meng Juxiang nodded. He first checked that Elephant Eighteen was unharmed, then turned to Li Beichen and asked,
"Old Seven, what happened?"
"Someone tried to harm Elephant Eighteen. They lured it here, but I noticed and stopped them in time."
"Who brought it here?"
"Wang Dao."
At the name, Meng Juxiang fell silent for a moment.
"Let's take a look inside the warehouse first."
The group crowded into the warehouse.
A few straw mats came into view, laid over the ground.
Yang Ling lifted them.
Beneath them, they found a pit more than a zhang deep.
The bottom was strewn with blades and iron weapons that gleamed with a cold light.
If Elephant Eighteen had fallen