Thinking of the fishermen who died such tragic deaths, and of the Chu Family treasures that had been stolen, a surge of murderous intent flared in Chu Xuan’s eyes.
The flames on the Longyu Sword grew increasingly intense. He moved through the enemy ranks like a phantom, and everywhere he passed, blood sprayed into the air.
The artillery fire from the Dao-Ri Navy grew even more ferocious. Missiles dragged long trails of fire behind them, slamming into Chu Xuan like meteors. Yet, Chu Xuan acted as if he were unaware of them, charging straight into the barrage. The intense heat of the shockwaves whipped his clothes, but he paid it no heed, intent only on swinging his sword and reaping lives.
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