章 158: The Ghost of Xuan Lu

As soon as Wu Ling said 'everyone loses', dozens of Blade Winged Birds launched themselves from Wu Ling's zither, throwing the room into confusion amidst their wingbeats before they dove at their targets. Wu Ling's mastery of his birds had grown even greater since the banquet and this time he held nothing back as his flock mercilessly targeted the vital areas of the gangsters and gamblers in the room. Most of them were early-stage Brawlers, petty criminals that wouldn't amount to much even if they plundered countless elixirs and resources.