Liyu Port. Blazing Angel Command Ship.
Chen Binghan looked at the boy in white in front of him, feeling a chilling fear down his spine.
He wasn't unfamiliar with killing, even mass killing...
Yet, a killing scene like today was a first for him.
Cold, decisive, elegant, like the camera work of a master director.
So young, so handsome, yet like a demon crawling out from the deep sea, slashing one after another, nearly annihilating his Personal Guard.
The group of black-clad evil ghosts behind him, equally young, equally expressionless.
They were like emotionless killing machines, slashing over and over...
Killing as if reaping grass.
Amidst the most intense shellfire, they emerged from the dark sea water.
Then, they charged forward relentlessly, unstoppable.
There wasn't even an effective counterattack.
The ships were best at long-range bombardment, but they brazenly charged onto the deck...
It was really hard to deal with.
