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

During the time between twenty and ten years ago, he was one of the bravest young Divine Generals in the world.


When Siming heard this name, his face initially showed a moved expression which then turned into a sigh. The old man looked at the youth before him, with a trace of pity in his eyes. Siming reached out and gently touched Li Guanyi's hair and simply said:


"You child...these years, they must have been very hard on you."


The elder sighed, "But why, why did you come back?"


"Why not fly away high like the birds?"


Siming did not continue asking. Gone were the former jests and angry curses from the old man's face, leaving only a calm and peaceful demeanor wrought by the passage of years. He asked, "Your aunt?"


"Taiping Duke's parents died early, and he had no siblings."


"The aunt you speak of must be of the compound surname Murong."


Chapter 124: Li Guanyi, Draw Your Sword!