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He had witnessed the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Mandate Hall; these people never showed mercy when they attacked. Although the young man before him had some skill, the other side outnumbered him, and he was likely in grave danger.

Zhan Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the numbness in his hand. He pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground and stared intently at the leader of the men in black: "The Heavenly Mandate Hall is wanted by the imperial court. Now that we have met, there is no reason for us to let you get away unscathed!"

He knew he couldn't afford to delay; if the enemy persisted in fighting, the consequences would be unimaginable once reinforcements arrived. Before he finished speaking, he moved with incredible speed, lunging forward with his longsword aimed directly at the throat of the leading man in black.

The man in black reacted extremely quickly, blocking with his curved blade in front of his chest while simultaneously kicking Zhan Yan in the abdomen.

Zhan Yan was prepared and dodged the kick by sidestepping. He then slashed down with his longsword, the blade grazing the black-clad man's arm and leaving a deep bloody gash.

"Ah!" the man in black cried out in pain, and swung his sword back to slash at Zhan Yan's back.

"Watch out!" the elites hidden in the shadows warned in unison, and at the same time they all made their moves and engaged in a fierce battle with the other men in black.

In an instant, the seaside was filled with the glint of swords, screams, the clanging of metal, and the roar of waves, the coastline in the twilight seemingly enveloped in a storm of blood and carnage.

Hearing the wind rushing from behind, Zhan Yan suddenly ducked and rolled, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

He stood up and swept his longsword across, forcing back the men in black behind him, but his gaze remained fixed on the leader.

However, the leader of the men in black was clearly a tough opponent; despite his injured arm, his attacks became increasingly ruthless.

His scimitar moves were cunning, each strike aimed at Zhan Yan's vital points, sometimes slashing, sometimes thrusting, forcing Zhan Yan to retreat repeatedly.

Zhan Yan knew that if things continued like this, the enemy would eventually find a weakness, and he had to finish the battle quickly.

Just as the man in black was about to slash at Zhan Yan's left shoulder, Zhan Yan suddenly turned to the side, and with his left toes touching the ground, he shot towards the man in black like an arrow.

He abandoned defense, thrusting his longsword straight at his opponent's chest—a desperate gamble. The man in black clearly hadn't expected Zhan Yan to fight so recklessly; his pupils constricted as he tried to parry, but it was too late.

With a "thud," the longsword pierced the black-clad man's chest, and blood gushed out instantly, staining Zhan Yan's sleeves red.

But at that moment, a ruthless glint flashed in the black-clad man's eyes. Ignoring the longsword at his chest, he swung his sword backhand and slashed at Zhan Yan's abdomen: "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

His eyes were ferocious, like a vengeful ghost in the dark night.

Zhan Yan felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if a red-hot iron had been plunged into it.

He groaned, his body swaying, but he still gripped the longsword tightly, plunging it a few more inches deeper. The man in black spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell still.

Having dealt with the leader of the men in black, Zhan Yan immediately turned his gaze to the remaining men in black who were still locked in combat.

But at that moment, the excruciating pain in his abdomen intensified, and blood gushed out from the wound, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the beach, mingling with the seawater.

His vision began to blur, and his hands and feet became heavy. The attack had exhausted him, and the wound in his abdomen only made things worse.

"Master!" Ying Yi cried out in alarm when he saw Zhan Yan injured. He tried to rush over to help, but was held back by the men in black in front of him.

Zhan Yan gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the ground with his longsword to steady his swaying body.

He knew he couldn't fall. If he backed down now, not only would all his previous efforts be in vain, but he would also put his elite troops and the old fishermen hiding behind the reefs in danger.

He took a deep breath, endured the excruciating pain, and charged forward again, his longsword flashing with a do-or-die spirit.

But pain is ultimately an obstacle that is difficult to overcome.

A man in black seized the opportunity of Zhan Yan's slow movements and slashed at his back with his curved blade.

Zhan Yan tried to turn around to defend himself, but felt a burning pain in his back, and blood gushed out again. He staggered forward a few steps and fell heavily onto the beach.

Seeing this, the subordinates were extremely anxious and unleashed even greater fighting power, trying to break through the black-clad man's obstruction, but they were held back by him.

Zhan Yan lay on the beach, feeling his body grow heavier and heavier, his consciousness gradually fading. He could hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the clanging of weapons, and the anxious shouts of old fishermen.

He tried to struggle to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn't budge. The wounds on his abdomen and back throbbed with excruciating pain, as if they were tearing him apart.

Just then, a man in black walked towards him, raising his curved sword high, his eyes filled with ferocity: "You dog, daring to block the path of the Heavenly Mandate Hall, this is your end!"

A chill ran through Zhan Yan's heart. He was the God of War of the Sheng Dynasty, and he had not yet found the lair of the Heavenly Mandate Palace. This was his uncle's only wish! He could not die like this. He suddenly raised his head, a resolute glint in his eyes, and with all his strength, he threw the long sword in his hand at the man in black.

The longsword, accompanied by a whistling sound, pierced precisely into the black-clad man's chest.

The man in black paused for a moment, looked down at the long sword in front of his chest, then at Zhan Yan lying on the ground, and finally collapsed onto the beach.

But this was only a temporary relief. Seeing that Zhan Yan was at his last gasp, the other men in black surrounded him.

Zhan Yan's vision became increasingly blurry. He could feel his life slipping away bit by bit, and the excruciating pain from the wound in his abdomen almost made him faint.

At this critical moment, the old fisherman who had been hiding behind the rocks suddenly rushed out, holding a thick fishing spear, and fiercely stabbed at the nearest man in black.

"Young man, let me help you!" The old fisherman's voice trembled, but it was unusually firm.

However, the old fisherman was quite old and not as agile as the man in black.

The man in black dodged the fishing spear to the side and swung his knife at the old fisherman.

Zhan Yan was shocked and wanted to warn him, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the scimitar slashed towards the old fisherman's arm.

With a "splat," blood splattered as the old fisherman's arm was slashed, and his fishing spear fell to the ground. He screamed, clutching his bleeding arm, staggered back a few steps, and finally collapsed on the beach.

Zhan Yan's pupils contracted sharply; he was extremely worried about the old man's safety.

He stood up with almost his last ounce of strength, and even though his vision was still blurry, the killing intent in his eyes was exceptionally firm.

He picked up the longsword that had fallen beside him and charged toward the men in black who were surrounding him.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

With his last ounce of willpower, Zhan Yan wielded his longsword, each strike carrying the determination to save a life.

Several more wounds appeared on his body, and his black clothes were already soaked with blood, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to attack frantically.