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

The warhorse ridden by Li Guanyi, although not comparable to the steeds from the Western Regions or the Turkic Iron Futu, was also meticulously chosen by the Xue Family. Its hooves struck with a force more terrifying than a martial artist entering realm delivering a full-strength punch. If struck, the legs of this son of a military merit family would not be spared.


At this moment, a fierce afterimage appeared, sweeping under the horse's hooves.


A hand pulled the terrified military merit descendant out while another hand holding a long saber suddenly swept across.


The warhorse, frightened, let out a long neigh and stepped back several paces, continuously stomping its hooves.


The man was in his mid-thirties, with sideburns and a mask that covered the top half of his face. He said in a deep voice, "Such a young age, yet so cruel and ruthless!"


Chapter 79: Establishing Prestige and Making a Name, Yue Qianfeng Returns!