“Report, Commander! The East Sea defense line has completely collapsed!” “Mythical creatures have landed. Our weapons... are useless!”
Silence fell over the command room as despair spread. Then, on the surveillance screen, a man slowly took off his black-and-gold trench coat, already soaked through with blood. It was the exclusive battle coat of Great Xia's Guardian, with the character for “Guardian” embroidered on the back in wild, sweeping gold thread.
“Guardian Jiang, what are you going to do? That's a god!” “A god?”
On screen, Jiang Li tore open his white shirt, revealing the Guan Sheng Dijun emblem newly tattooed across his back. In the pouring rain, he seized a broken streetlamp weighing several tons with one hand.
At that moment, everyone could hear a heartbeat through the surveillance feed, rumbling like an engine. Thump! Thump! Thump! His blood surged like mercury, his body heat scorching the curtain of rain!
As the flood dragon opened its gaping maw, Jiang Li slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly glared, eyes blazing! His pupils narrowed to slits, and behind him rose the towering phantom of a red-faced martial sage, a hundred zhang tall. A furious roar shook the heavens:
“Selling your head for a bounty! Get down on your knees for me!!”
