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?

The blood-soaked flag fell flying, and beneath it, a Qin Military General in Mysterious Armor was covered in blood, his head hanging low, yet he still stood unwavering.


This scene was almost etched permanently into everyone's pupils, destined to make them never forget.


The Hu expert protecting the youth stared wide-eyed, his heart trembling uncontrollably. He supported the youth, whose body couldn't stop shaking.


The youth looked at the general who had not yet fallen to the ground, his expression flickering with panic, like a frightened bird.


He looked up at the grassland outside, as if behind every gently rolling hill, a Great Qin general in heavy armor, holding a horse spear, could suddenly charge out.


Filled with terror, his hand involuntarily gripped the Hu man, but under this fear, resentment and anger continued to grow.


Chapter 159 Hate and Madness, Where the Long Knife Points (6000 characters, 2-in-1)_4