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

Li Guanyi's sudden shout made Yan Xuanji hesitate in his movement.


They had already been rushing towards the hiding place General Yue had indicated, crushing defenders along the way, but Yan Xuanji's footsteps halted hard due to Li Guanyi's shout.


With his mixed gold mystical iron long stick, he swept several imperial guards off their feet.


Yan Xuanji looked at Li Guanyi, blood dripping drop by drop from the heavy weapon in his hand.


Li Guanyi's eyes were misty with emotion as he looked in another direction, his heart pounding violently at the sight of a Golden Winged Great Peng battling a black two-headed snake—the ability to stare directly at the Dharma Form was the most basic ability bestowed by the Bronze Nine Tripods, which at this moment pointed him in the most direct direction.


Yan Xuanji directly asked, "Are you sure?"


Li Guanyi said, "General Yan, trust me!"


Chapter 167: Qilin, Move!