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

Qibi Li once again thanked Li Guanyi, with no further words, not like those Confucian Scholars who would utter many stirring and vehement passages. He carefully stored away the golden seal. Breaking Army sighed and said with clasped hands, "Khan, I apologize for any offense before."


Breaking Army, composed and tranquil, replied:


Strategists are not Overlords; they have a cool gaze and the ability to judge the situation, but they lack the boldness of the powerful. Hence, upon the Lord's decisive action, they should become the White Tiger Feather, striving forward with vigor.


Teacher, have I also stepped into the swirls of this world, following the Overlord?


Breaking Army cast down his eyes, his expression serene, devoid of the earlier persuasive force when he spread his arms, smiling and proclaiming dominance over the world with spirited heroism.


Chapter 130: High-spirited, Forever Elegant