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 said with a smile as he nodded. Holding a branch, he too slashed out with his sword. From the other side, Murong Longtu called him over, laughing and pointing at him, "You lad really don't know the first thing about swords."


"Compared with the elder, I definitely don't know anything."


Murong Longtu laughed and shook his head.


He beckoned Li Guanyi over, thought for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the branch, calmly stabbing forward with it before pulling back. With a twist of his wrist, he chopped the branch downward; despite the falling rain, Li Guanyi watched as a single raindrop split in twain from the branch's descent.


The raindrop divided into two, falling evenly to the ground.


There was no Inner Strength, no Sword Intent, not even what one would call the ultimate speed.


Within that calm thrust of his sword laid a peaceful and serene Divine Charm.


Chapter 82: Lord's Ingenious Plan, The Bronze Tripod Determines the Aura of Legend_3