951 The legend of the time!

Arthur Grayson's eyes were shining with unyielding and unwilling light at this moment.

He knew that although he was defeated by the Xia country strongman named Li Qingzhou, this defeat was not only a personal honor and disgrace for him, but also a major turning point in the power comparison between the two countries.

His voice, even on the edge of despair, was still sonorous and powerful, echoing in the empty battlefield, as if it was a vow to the future.

"I admit that your strength is already beyond human knowledge, and I, Arthur Grayson, am convinced."

"But today's defeat is by no means the end of the will of the United States!"

His words revealed an indescribable tenacity, as if even if the body fell, the soul would stand firm.

"The glory of the United States is rooted in the blood of countless brave sons and daughters. It will not disappear because of the fall of one person. One day, when our strength gathers again, we will cross the ocean and prove to Xiaguo that the real strong never give up easily!"

"Although I lost today, the flame of the United States will never go out. Our young generation will continue to move forward under the will of our pioneers until the lost dignity and glory are regained one by one!"

"Xiaguo, wait for the revenge of my United States!"

Li Qingzhou held the Zhuxian Sword, and the tip of the sword dripped with undried blood. His eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Unfortunately, you have no chance. I will go to the United States in person to crush your ambitions and honor."

"Those who offend China will be punished even if they are far away!"

As his words fell, the Zhuxian Sword finally fell ruthlessly, and the sword light cut through the sky like a silk thread, drowning Arthur Grayson's figure in it.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the cries of all pets and the shouts of soldiers came to an abrupt end, leaving only the interweaving of sword light and blood, which became the final footnote of this battle.

A legendary general of the United States, Arthur Grayson, fell in Xia!

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In this water area dyed red by war, the wailing and screaming of Japanese soldiers intertwined into a desperate movement, and their eyes were full of fear and regret.

Originally, they followed the steps of the United States with confidence, fantasizing that they could get a share of this complex international game, retaliate against Xia and gain benefits.

However, reality was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting their fantasies and pushing them into the abyss of despair.

The complete defeat of the United States was like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone's heart.

Especially when the legendary beastmaster Arthur Grayson, the hero who once frightened countless enemies, also fell under Li Qingzhou's Zhuxian Sword, the defense line in the hearts of the Japanese soldiers completely collapsed.

They realized that the Xia country strongman in front of them not only had superb martial arts, but also possessed awe-inspiring power and wisdom. Any idea of ​​confronting him seemed so small and ridiculous.

At the critical moment of life and death, the general leading the Japanese army made a difficult decision.

He knelt on the wreckage of the warship, facing the god-like Li Qingzhou in the sky, and expressed his willingness to surrender in a trembling voice.

His voice echoed on the empty sea, revealing endless despair and pleading, as if praying for a glimmer of life for the entire Japanese country.

"We are willing to surrender. Japan is coerced by the United States. We are willing to submit to Xia and never betray."

This sentence is not only a promise to Li Qingzhou, but also a bet on the future fate of Japan.

However, Li Qingzhou's answer was cold and resolute, and his words were full of anger and disdain for betrayal and aggression.

"Humph, treason, you Japanese don't deserve to live in the world!"

Li Qingzhou's voice was as cold as ice, making everyone present feel unprecedented pressure.

His words were not only a condemnation of the Japanese soldiers, but also a warning to all invaders.

As Li Qingzhou's voice fell, the Candle Dragon White Jade began to show its terrifying power.

Its huge body churned in the sea water, forming a huge vortex in an instant.

This vortex seemed to be a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything around it. The Japanese soldiers were terrified. They struggled desperately, but could not escape the irresistible force.

In the end, they were sucked into the vortex one by one and disappeared in the vast sea.

At this moment, there was only a dead silence on the sea.

Li Qingzhou's figure looked particularly lonely and firm in the afterglow of the setting sun. He used his actions to declare a truth to the world: any enemy who dares to violate the territory and dignity of Xia will pay a painful price.

Shen Xingchen's body seemed to be fixed by an invisible force, and even his breathing became cautious, fearing that any action of his would break this sacred and shocking scene.

In his pupils, there was not only shock, but also indescribable awe and excitement.

At this moment, he deeply realized the supreme power contained in the mythical beastmaster, which was an existence beyond the mundane and close to God.

Beside Li Qingzhou, those mythical creatures surrounded, each of which exuded a palpitating breath. They were not only a synonym for powerful, but also a symbol of Li Qingzhou's strength and status.

These mythical creatures, under his command, seemed to have endless possibilities, enough to shake the mountains and rivers and subvert the world.

"Xia has a contemporary myth like you, and it will surely be peaceful and prosperous!"

Shen Xingchen's voice was trembling with determination. He knelt on one knee, expressing his infinite admiration for Li Qingzhou in an almost pilgrimage-like manner.

This sentence was not only a recognition of Li Qingzhou's personal ability, but also a hopeful expectation for the future of Xia.

"Long live the mythical beastmaster!"

With Shen Xingchen's shout, the soldiers of Xia seemed to be inspired by an invisible force. They put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, expressing their loyalty and faith to this legendary figure in the simplest and most sincere way.

This shout resounded through the sky and echoed across the battlefield, becoming an irresistible force that inspired everyone.

"You are the patron saint of Xia!"

The soldiers' eyes flashed with fanatical light. They knew that it was because of the existence of a strong man like Li Qingzhou that Xia could stand firm in times of crisis and protect the tranquility and peace of this land.

"We are willing to follow in your footsteps!"

This is not just a slogan, but also a vow from the bottom of the hearts of the soldiers of Xia. They are willing to entrust their lives and honor to this mythical beastmaster, fight side by side with him, and jointly protect this land and people.

At this moment, Li Qingzhou seemed to have become a beacon in everyone's heart. His existence gave the soldiers of Xia Kingdom hope and the future.

They believed that as long as Li Qingzhou was there, Xia Kingdom would never fall, and would always be able to protect its own glory and splendor.