Panic thoroughly spread among the pirates and Evil Cultivators.
They tried to beg for mercy, citing their identities:
"Don't kill me! I'm the son of the State Lord of India... You'll be in big trouble if you kill me!" an Indian pirate leader spoke in awkward official dialect, raising a token engraved with strange symbols.
In response was a cold Crossbow Arrow, from the Chamber of Commerce fleet.
"No matter who you are! When you robbed my merchant ship, did you talk about identity?"
"Damn! I am a Samurai of the Satsuma Clan! Not a pirate!" a dismembered pirate roared.
"To hell with you!"
The answer to him was the iron fist filled with anger from a Martial World Boxer.
No mercy, no negotiation.
This is a sea domain ignited by blood and Fire Point, a Thunderous purge.
Wherever the blade passed, blood waves surged; wherever the artillery aimed, masts broke and ships sank.
