The Emperor’s Wrath

In Beijing, there was a sect that was not considered small. The gate to its headquarters was open. The two bronze-colored doors had been pushed open by the force of two palms, and it had been so great that they had cracked slightly. The shattered parts fell on the floor along with a shattered plate. Within the headquarters was a black flag that symbolized the glory of the sect. It had been mercilessly trampled by Embroidered Uniform Guards in Flying Fish Suit who moved about the place. 

Thud! Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud…

An endless stream of movement quickly gathered in the headquarters. 

Batches of Embroidered Uniform Guards gathered in the empty space outside the hall and the corridors. Their weapons flashed, filled with a murderous air. They surrounded the hall so tightly that not even a fly could escape. 

A large group of archers also held their bows and stood on the city walls!