The aura of the Eighth Layer Heaven's pinnacle.
Even though the disparity with Jiang Su was significant, there remained a heart that longed to draw the sword.
He stood atop this city, with vast territories behind him, supported by countless people. He wore battle armor, the crimson Qilin pattern fluttering in the Jiangnan wind, Li Guanyi's arrow pointing at Jiang Su, his gaze fierce.
The murderer of his parents, the chief culprit of the numerous battle generals' deaths from the Taiping Army.
The death of the Wolf King, the death of Gu Daohui, Xiao Wuliang's severed arm.
And many comrades.
Hatred!
Blood feud!!
Finally facing this blood feud, the origin of countless grievances, and countless yesterdays surged forth from Li Guanyi's heart, the voices of old friends chaotically emerged, the voices of the Wolf King, the decisiveness of Gu Daohui, and the voices of those familiar.
