She has always valued the cultivation of ancient martial arts but never neglected the convenience and power modern firearms and explosives bring.
In just a short span of time, An Yiqing and the fifty or sixty people she had brought with her had thrown all their handheld bombs into the crowd of ninjas, causing an ear-deafening noise that reverberated throughout the entire base camp.
Seated on tatami mats and deep in thought, Old Master An suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharply turning toward the outside of the room.
"What's that noise?!"
An Zisheng, who had been distracted with concern for his three children, snapped back to attention and looked up in the direction of Old Master An's gaze.
"Dad, this is…"
A succession of muffled booms resounded, with the ground beneath their feet slightly trembling.
An Zisheng and Old Master An looked down at the shaking ground, in thought for a moment. They then swiftly looked up at each other, eyes filled with shock.
