Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

"Uphold the wrathful countenance, purify the demonic specters!"


The eyes of the effigy behind Yuan Ci sprang open.


Great Compassionate Thousand Leaves Palm.


Behind him, a hundred-zhang-tall effigy and the monk in front simultaneously thrust out their palms, fierce and tremendous—the Qi Flow surging, devoid of any semblance of compassion. The palm force, like a great river, engulfed the elder in the green robe in an instant. In the void, a Divine Weapon Spirit Rhythm appeared, with a palm reaching out, seemingly trying to pull the old man inside.


Yuan Ci swung his fist in a punch that firmly collided with that palm. The stand-off lasted but a moment, as the spirit rhythm of the divine weapon instantly vanished, directly shattered by Yuan Ci's striking force.


The glimmer of vitality in the eyes of the elder in the green robe instantaneously turned to ash.


Chapter 177: King Ming Saves the World (End of this Volume)_2