Chapter Five Hundred Thirty-Three
On the helicopter.
Yang Xiao and the others held binoculars, watching the battle below.
They saw Long Xiaoshan, his body aglow with golden light, charging headlong into the barrage of gunfire.
Like the wind, Long Xiaoshan rushed in front of several coalition soldiers. With a flash of his Flame Blade, several men were severed at the waist, and he didn't pause for a second, stepping over the broken bodies and the blood-spattered ground like an ancient knight who left no trace of his passage across a thousand miles.
In an instant, he was upon another group of coalition soldiers. The sweep of his blade left a long bloodstain, with blood violently spraying and several heads soaring into the sky.
To Long Xiaoshan, these ordinary soldiers were but a pile of chickens and dogs.
At a distance, Long Xiaoshan would still show wariness in the face of the powerful firepower of firearms.
