Figures stood scattered throughout the Manor.
But Yang Lian seemed to have prepared for this. Faced with the situation, she swept her hand, and footsteps as dense as driving rain immediately rang out on every side.
Under everyone's startled gaze, a hundred or so Green Gang disciples emerged, each carrying a submachine gun. Heavy machine guns had also been mounted at several doorways, trailing belts of gleaming brass cartridges-a sight that set hearts pounding and sent chills down spines.
Others held rocket launchers, their waists hung with grenades and bombs.
The Martial Artists who had been rushing after them all reined in their imposing auras and behaved themselves. But when they saw that Yang Lian was merely sealing off the Manor's entrances and exits, they hurried in one direction again.
Within the luxurious Manor was an enormous Martial Arts Arena.
Someone already stood in its center, slowly wiping the three-foot blade in his hand.
Lian Youming.
The White Lotus Sect Master was already standing outside the arena, too.
The girl seemed to have eyes only for Lian Youming. Earlier, almost the instant he rose and drew his sword, she had actually caught up with him.
Situ Wudi stood on the other side.
Gu Feiyan and Gan Xuansu were also outside the arena.
Yang Shuang, Wu Jiu, and the others hurried over as well.
The Muslims came next.
Last were the Martial Artists from various quarters who had been slow to catch on.
Before long, the perimeter of the spacious Martial Arts Arena was packed solid.
Looking at the figure standing in the arena, everyone understood what would happen next. They could not help drawing sharp breaths, their eyes filled with anticipation and their hearts with wonder.
A scene from the martial world of old was playing out again today.
Even