The great battle at Orochi Island has ended. The myth of one man's power against an entire Self-defense Team will soon spread throughout the Martial Arts World.
In a luxurious suite in a certain part of country R.
"Ba ga!!"
"That damn Huaxia Martial Artist, just you wait."
"I will die without a burial place, Heavenly Gods, please bless Zuo Yan."
"Now is not the time to delay. According to the orders of the Evil Gods, it seems there are ancient martial arts relics on the Pacific Ocean side."
"By that time, when the Evil Gods descend to Earth, I will be the master of the entire planet."
"Hahahahaha!!!"
Zuo Yan stood in front of the giant glass window, laughing maniacally at the sky. The Black Fire Stick in his hand shimmered with an evil light as black mist gradually enveloped the sky.
