Yan ZK

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.
Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.
At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.
Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.
Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!
Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
"I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

Peace Order

Li Guanyi's appearance brought the entire Literary Meeting to a frosty standstill.


These scholars had just been extolling the young man as unparalleled under heaven, but such distinctions were only worthwhile when conferred upon the dead. If this person were still alive, the boasts they had just made were nothing more than a bridal gown made with their own reputations for him.


The cackling of an aging voice grated on the ears.


Li Guanyi, with a knife in his right hand and the identity plaques of the assassins and fugitives in his left, strode forward. The many scholars looked on as his clothing was bloodstained, with torn spots at the shoulder, leg, and chest, clearly hit by crossbow arrows, emanating an aura of stern slaughter.


The varied emotions in the hearts of the Meeting's attendees, the scholars' secret delight at Li Guanyi's presumed death, now mixed with superficial regret and sorrow, created a uniquely hypocritical atmosphere.


Chapter 58: Grasping the Divine Weapon Again!