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

He mastered the essence of the curved sword.


The more ferocious Qibi Li's swordplay became, the butterfly seemed to adapt effortlessly, as if it were the wind atop the waves. If Qibi Li moved quickly, Li Guanyi matched his speed; if Qibi Li slowed down, so did he, shadowing him like a mirror image, the swordplay exquisitely unmatched.


Qibi Li suddenly retreated, his gaze bright, gasping heavily, he said, "This is!!!"


Li Guanyi stood still, holding his sword:


"The Tiele's Golden Scimitar technique."


"I've recently come to understand a truth even more profoundly, only with a sword in hand, does one have the right to speak of protection or not."


His eyes serene, he looked at the Khan before him, lifting his sword, thinking of Elder Xue's teachings, the young man spoke softly, "Without the power of martial strength and a sharp blade, the so-called righteousness is insufficient."


Chapter 128: King of Light Cavalry, Breaking Army Meets Shaking Light_3