The sea wind whipped his robe, and six hundred petitions rustled behind him, as if narrating this thrilling battle of defense.
In the distant seas, the flagship of the Dutch East India Company was gathering, a new round of storm brewing quietly in the darkness.
The turbid waves surged to the sky, as twelve galleons of the Dutch East India Company pressed forward like black serpents.
The sea monster carved on the ship's bow was menacing with its claws and fangs; on the deck, cannons lined up, red-coated musketeers formed a neat phalanx, and the black muzzles glistened coldly.
Shi Feiyang stood atop a reef, the Bright Jade Technique operating to its peak; his skin refracting a cold light like glass in the storm. He gazed at the enemy ships and said solemnly, "Today, these red-haired thieves shall have no return! Brothers, prepare for battle!"
