Qin Yueshan, the city lord of Bend River City, had been holding the line at Muddy Bay all along.
He had not drawn his saber lightly.
He simply stood, saber in hand, atop the tallest tower ship, his eagle-sharp gaze surveying the entire battlefield.
The river wind stirred his armor, its plates clinking with faint, cold sounds.
With him there, the truly terrifying presences deep within the mist never showed themselves.
The Bone-Forging Realm great demons dared not act rashly.
They all knew that the moment they dared show themselves, Qin Yueshan's saber would fall.
Yet Qin Yueshan's brow remained furrowed.
The situation at the front was growing worse. Though the Dragon-Tiger Guards fought fiercely, their numbers were limited.
The river patrol ships held the foremost line like reefs battered relentlessly by towering waves, and cracks had already begun to appear.
Screams, demonic roars, and the clash of blades mingled with the surging river tides.
Every moment, someone fell.
Every moment, more water demons lunged out of the river.
These members of the Demon Race seemed unafraid of death.
Or perhaps, before the inheritance of the Dragon Palace, they no longer regarded death as death at all.
"City Lord."
A Martial Temple messenger hurried up behind Qin Yueshan, his expression grim.
"The left flank has been breached again."
"The Water Transport Office has already sent three successive squads of Dragon-Tiger Guards to plug the gap."
"If this continues, the Dragon-Tiger Guards will be wiped out. We'll have to call in more men from the Dragon-Tiger Camp."
Qin Yueshan said nothing. He looked toward the docks at Muddy Bay.
The people of the Tie Family and Tang Family were still watching from the sidelines, while the He Family was doing brisk business.
At the front, martial artists fought through blood to