Fang Yuan stepped forward through the crowd as a rare grin kept tugging at his lips.
Dozens of heads snapped toward him as his shadow stretched across the stone.
Without a word, Fang Yuan suddenly bent his knees and leapt up in the air, his cloak sweeping behind him.
In the air, the long spear spun twice in his hands, each rotation leaving behind faint spirals of qi.
The weapon thrummed with life, resonating like a slumbering beast stirred awake. Gasps rippled through the crowd.
He landed with a loud BOOM as he thrust his spear down.
The spear slammed straight into the ground like a thunderbolt, the force splitting the stone beneath it.
A violent gust of wind exploded outward, kicking up sand and dust.
Fang Yuan lifted his head and couldn't stop the smile spreading across his face.
In truth, he hadn't expected this. These people, his clan, despite the overwhelming enemies and likely impossible odds… they still dared to stand up and even be willing to fight.
