Jiefeng Gorge!
The waves surged, one after another, washing away the blood.
The Han Kingdom and the Zheng Kingdom, a total of one hundred and four people, not a single survivor.
The disciples of the Liang Martial Arts Academy gazed at the two figures standing on the deck, their eyes filled with fervor.
Lin Chen was drenched in blood, his bare upper body gleaming with a hue like bronze, the lingering blood aura swirling around him like a dark red mist, resembling a war god who had just emerged from the Asura Field.
Alone, he fought Huo Ruohong, Bian Xinjie, and Ling Tianhao. He pierced through Ling Tianhao with a single finger, tore Bian Xinjie apart with his hands, and pursued Huo Ruohong.
The scene of him drawing a bow and shooting arrows, each shot claiming the life of a martial artist, still replayed vividly in their minds.
