Instantly killing four people!

Even though there was a sea of people, at this moment, an extremely silent atmosphere enveloped everyone. Faces changed drastically, eyes fixed firmly on the four fallen bodies ahead.

At this moment, the minds of this group of soldiers and special police were roaring. As if struck by lightning, they couldn’t speak for a long time.

The Four Swordsmen, renowned in Japan, had died in such an absurd manner.

Killed with one strike, swift and decisive. Their offensive hadn’t reached Xiao Tian, but the corpses had already fallen before him!

Suddenly, an uproar broke out. The overwhelming strength displayed by Xiao Tian terrified everyone!

On the other side of the video, the military high command watched Xiao Tian’s prowess with increasingly difficult expressions.

The stronger Xiao Tian appeared, the heavier their intent to kill became!

If a tiger is let back into the mountains, how can that be tolerated??

"Even if it takes the strength of the entire nation, we must kill this man today!!" At police headquarters, a military high-ranking officer gritted his teeth and said angrily, his tone full of killing intent.

Having suffered at the hands of Xiao Tian, this group of soldiers and special police finally recognized Xiao Tian’s might and dared not slack in the slightest.

"Charge directly!"

Seeing his team members killed, Dahe Cang, the captain of the Dahe Special Forces, was shocked by Xiao Tian’s strength and, simultaneously, filled with rage.

The Dahe Special Team is seen as a myth by the Japanese military. Since it’s called a myth, it absolutely cannot be broken!

"The dignity of the Dahe Special Team cannot be trampled by him!"

With Dahe Cang’s order, countless people erupted into tsunami-like roars, and then it was like a flood surging towards him.

Xiao Tian’s eyes also turned blood-red. He raised his dagger and charged forward.

Xiao Tian plunged into the crowd, the dagger in his hand flashing with fierce blade qi, suddenly stabbing toward the crowd ahead.

Puchi!

Xiao Tian exerted strength with both legs, his body speed erupting, waves of blade light surged. One corpse after another fell.

At this moment, Xiao Tian was like a knife slicing through black velvet, leaving behind a path of blood where corpses lay strewn.

However, the countless Japanese never stopped their assault on Xiao Tian. This time, the numbers were even greater than the Biohumans Xiao Tian had faced before!

The entire Shrine was about the size of a stadium, but at this moment it was packed full of people. Rows of soldiers equipped with rifles and bulletproof vests orderly attacked Xiao Tian.

From the distant hilltops, Japanese elite snipers covered, all aiming their scopes at Xiao Tian’s head.

"Boom!!"

Numerous gunshots sounded simultaneously, mixed with those roars.

Xiao Tian struck with both fist and blade, swiftly attacking left and right, like a precise killing machine,

Blade, hand, leg. Three points united, the veins bulged on Xiao Tian’s hands, his arm trembled, the speed increaing ever faster, blade and man became one, charging angrily towards that group of Japanese.

"Stab!"

Xiao Tian moved among the crowd, the sound of bones fracturing spread wherever he passed, making everyone gasp in shock.

Before Xiao Tian was a river of blood. But with so many enemies, Xiao Tian was ultimately not a machine.

As time passed, the wounds on Xiao Tian’s body increased, his breath began to weaken.....

Meanwhile, in Tokyo’s command room, the Japanese military commanders saw that Xiao Tian seemed unable to hold on, even though Xiao Tian alone had fought until blood flowed like a river, displaying strength beyond their understanding.

But ultimately, Xiao Tian’s wounds grew heavier, all of which the commanders saw.

"Hahaha, contact the military’s secret TV station. Broadcast this great scene of our iron-blooded Japanese military killing the Huaxia spy to all Japanese soldiers, let them see that the might of Great Japan is inviolable!" The military high command boasted arrogantly.

"Yes!"

Half an hour later, the military’s secret TV station, upon receiving instructions, immediately connected to the information source provided by the military. Instantly, the scene of the military besieging Xiao Tian was broadcast to the TV station.

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At this moment, in a certain military department of Huaxia closely monitoring Xiao Tian and Huaxia’s elite news, numerous leaders gathered here, anxiously awaiting Xiao Tian’s news.

One major general confidently stated, "Since Xiao Tian could gain Elder Zhu’s favor, he will definitely return safely this time, I trust him!"

But just then, a subordinate suddenly knocked on the door.

"Report!"

The leaders thought news had come back from the front line, urgently shouting, "Report what, hurry up and come in!"

A soldier rushed in anxiously, his face full of distress and urgency.

He said, "It’s not good, Leaders! Something big happened!!"

With that, the soldier brought a special signal reception device and plugged it into the computer, inputting the frequency of the Japanese military TV station.

"This is the footage we just intercepted from the internal TV station of the Japanese military!"

A few seconds later, the scene of Xiao Tian covered in blood, fighting fiercely, appeared on the large screen.

In the footage, Xiao Tian was already covered in wounds, yet still erupted with powerful combat strength, annihilating the Japanese around him, but shortly after, countless more Japanese swarmed in again.

One of the leaders clenched his fist, stood up suddenly, filled with awe, "As expected of our Huaxia’s War God!"

In that tone, there was praise, as well as sadness.

To protect Huaxia’s elite and the helicopter carrying Lin Bingxuan flying out of Japan’s airspace, Xiao Tian was like a War God, standing firm on his ground, enduring severe injuries, yet refused to step back!

Because he knew, as long as he left the Shrine, the Japanese would unhesitatingly fire missiles!

For his country, for his lover, he could only keep fighting, fighting until death!

At this moment, several leaders stood solemnly and resolutely, with tears glimmering on their unyielding faces.

Several elderly men, nearly fifty years old, stood up directly, saluting the image of Xiao Tian on the screen.

"Salute to our proudest soldier of Huaxia, Xiao Tian!!"

"Salute!!!"

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Meanwhile, in the Zhong Family Courtyard.

Crying and wailing echoed throughout the courtyard. In the Zhong Family’s meeting room, Zhong Aiguo didn’t know how many cigarettes he had smoked—though he had quit for years.

Seeing his son fighting among the crowd, Zhong Aiguo felt his heart pierced by ten thousand arrows. In just a few minutes, Zhong Aiguo’s hair had turned much whiter, aged considerably.

His wrinkled hands were also trembling.