In the glow of the setting sun, Chen Xuanqing, Xiao Wu, and Tianshu charged without hesitation toward the towering Imperial City like three blades drawn from their sheaths.
Behind them followed the Big Dipper Divine Guard Army, its momentum surging like a rainbow, its armor stained with blood-the blood of its enemies, proof of the price its soldiers had paid to unite the world.
In every age, there were always those willing to give their lives without hesitation for their country and their beliefs.
Even against an invincible enemy, they would charge forward without looking back, like a mantis raising its arms against a chariot.
On the road to the Imperial City, soldiers of the Star Luo Empire poured out like a tide, trying to stop this torrent of steel.
Yet before Chen Xuanqing's fierce swordsmanship, they seemed so fragile.
Every flash of sword light brought dozens of enemies down. Chen Xuanqing's sword seemed to have become the Grim Reaper's scythe, harvesting every life that dared stand in his way.
The students on the city walls had originally harbored a sliver of fantasy about this war, believing they could slaughter enemies in every direction here.
Yet when they saw the blood-soaked Big Dipper Divine Guard Army charging with rainbow-surging momentum, all their fantasies burst like bubbles.
The sight stunned them. Some panicked, some stood bewildered, and others turned deathly pale, as though they had witnessed the Grim Reaper's arrival.
Yet the Big Dipper Divine Guard Army showed no mercy on account of their confusion. Its soldiers had only one goal: breach the Imperial City and fight for their homeland.
Chen Xuanqing swung his longsword without the slightest hesitation. Every swing unleashed a fierce streak of sword radiance, smashing the defenses beneath the Imperial City one after another.
"Sword, Come!"
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