Luoxiu Rice Method

I, Zhang San, am absolutely a good person!
I swear by the eight generations of my ancestors!
What!? My ancestral grave just exploded!?

Zhang San, please behave yourself!

The very next moment, Zhang San cleaved the door open with a single slash.


The martial artist at the door who was about to respond with a code had no time to duck before Zhang San decapitated him with a single strike.


"Zhang San is just one person, and his skills are mediocre. Let's all go together!"


The young martial artist seated in the center shouted to the others around him.


The crowd found this reasonable. There were seven or eight of them; surely they needn't fear just one Zhang San.


They one after another pulled weapons from their Storage Rings and charged towards Zhang San.


Zhang San exclaimed in alarm, "I should have brought reinforcements!"


Hearing Zhang San say this, the crowd felt even more reassured.


However, as a few of them charged out, they only then noticed that the entire yard and the walls were densely packed with military archers.
