Flying Tiger carried the long spear out of the room with large strides, heading straight to the central square of the mountain hideout.
This square was where the mountain bandits regularly gathered for martial practice, compacted with yellow earth, quite smooth.
The setting sun was like blood, Flying Tiger was draped in the bloody glow standing at the center of the square, his tall silhouette casting a long shadow on the ground.
The profound steel long spear in his hand was nine feet long, with a shaft thick as a duck's egg. The foot-long triangular spear blade gleamed with a chilling light only at the very tip. This long spear weighed a hundred pounds and was forged with top-grade profound steel. It was called the Zhongshan Spear.
Upon his betrayal of the Mountain Character Sect, Flying Tiger stole this Zhongshan Spear from the Ancestral Hall.
