With the sword still in its sheath, they seemed to have engaged in a brawl. But this brawl was packing way too much destructive power! Dozens of yawning ditches had already been gouged into the ground. Bamboo toppled and sent fallen leaves scattering, while roosting birds soared into the sky with frightened cries. If this continued, the “clear and tranquil” Qing Jing Peak was going to end up shaved into a “bald-headed” Tu Ding Peak.
