"Excuse me, friend, what happened at the Sunflame Daoist Grounds?"
Lu Mian addressed a fellow dressed like a young nobleman.
Generally speaking, people like him were the easiest to get information from.
They loved showing off and would blurt out anything they knew.
Sure enough, the young nobleman immediately replied smugly, "You don't know? The Thousand Blades Gang came to wreck the Sunflame Daoist Grounds."
"I hear the head of the Sunflame Daoist Grounds doesn't even dare show his face."
"If this keeps up, they might really smash the signboard."
The young nobleman's face was full of gloating delight.
Lu Mian's gaze darkened at the news. He pushed through the crowd and headed inside.
At that moment, on the training ground in front of the Daoist Temple.
Two figures were exchanging blows.
A middle-aged Daoist held a Dharma Sword, his swordplay graceful and fluid.
His opponent was a young man in his twenties with a copper nose ring, wielding a Serrated Blade in both hands. His sweeping strikes carried savage force.
Clang, clang, clang!
After a dozen exchanges.
Unable to withstand the Serrated Blade's relentless assault, the middle-aged Daoist faltered in his footwork.
Seeing this, the young man with the nose ring let out a long howl and swung his Serrated Blade in a ferocious horizontal slash!
Clang!
The middle-aged Daoist's heart lurched. He forcibly twisted his wrist, bringing his Dharma Sword up in front of him.
The instant the Serrated Blade struck, a monstrous force slammed into him and sent him flying.
Thud!
The middle-aged Daoist flew more than a dozen meters. After hitting the ground, he kept coughing up blood.
"Martial uncle!"
"Martial uncle!"
The people of the Sunflame Daoist Grounds hurried forward to check on him.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
"Help me up!"
"I can still fight!"