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

"Ten years ago, my father died in this very way,"


"On the same night as the grand ritual, amidst the fierce flames."


"Do you expect me now to turn away and let Yue's death be the price of my escape? Don't joke, Li Guanyi is not such a man."


"Moreover, I also wield 'One Sword,' which has never failed me."


Yan Xuanji looked at Li Guanyi, the monk who had chosen the path of withdrawal from worldly affairs suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until, for some unknown reason, tears streamed down his face. He gripped the Mixed Gold Xuan Iron Long Stick in his hand, then the coarse Big Banner was shaken, as he rushed back towards the direction where Yue Pengwu would be.


His heart was beating wildly, the Big Banner fluttering in the wind.


Chapter 165: Heroes of the World!_2