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?

Wrapped around the hilt of the sword was a red cloth, fiery as blaze.


"Sky Number Three, at your service, my Lord,"


Zhao Zhengyong, who had intended to swoop down, narrowed his pupils and, using his movement technique, hastily retreated. But just then, he felt a chill, his heart clenched, and as he maneuvered in midair, he twisted his body around. Behind him, two of the top experts had already cried out in anger, seemingly in disbelief.


A figure leaped forward, landing beside Tan Yurou and her company.


One hand wielded a sword, the other a blade.


A red headband was wrapped around the forehead, looking quite heroic.


"Earth Number Seventeen, at your service, my lord."


Chapter 27 Roar of the Tiger in the West (1/2) (Extended Chapter)_2