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

"Even if I change the outcome of his last battle [dying of exhaustion],"


The huge Red Divine Dragon asked, "For what reason?"


Grasping the Shadow of Divine Weapon, Li Guanyi answered, "He is my kin, my Grandpa. He once carved his way through a country alone for me, for my parents, and even broke his seclusion for me."


"He was once strong and vigorous, he once held a sword, and then stood in front of me."


"Everyone calls him Sword Madman, talking about what he was like when he was young, what he was like in his prime, but in my eyes, he is still an old man, an elderly head of the family."


"Sheltering me from the wind and rain."


"Now, it's my turn to stand in front of him."


Chapter 83: Red Dragon's Long Chant, The Eight Hundred Year Alliance!_4