Just as he began to take in the atmosphere of the ancient eastern-style city, a loud crash erupted from one of the nearby buildings.
CLANG! CLANG!
The sound of swords clashing broke the silence of the night.
A young man crashed through a broken window and landed on the street.
He held a long sword and quickly scanned the area.
His black eyes moved calmly as he scanned the street. A loose breeze caught the ends of his tied-back hair.
Shortly after, another group appeared. They moved in sync, surrounding the young man from every side.
"Kang, your life ends here."
The young man smirked. "You really think this is enough to kill me?"
Tension grew, and the crowd began to scatter, sensing a battle between powerful spirit masters was about to unfold.
Green light flashed across the young man's eyes.
The ground trembled, and thick green vines erupted. Each one moved like a sharp whip, seeking out targets .
