He ignited his ambition, wanting conquest, wanting to devour.
For decades he had made moves at the border, time and again tasting success, his audacity growing with each victory. This invasion into the heart of Liangzhou was spurred by received information and his own daring courage.
He thought everything would go smoothly, but now, he suddenly felt a strange sensation.
It was the feeling of death, fear, and trembling!
"Young Master!!"
From afar, an earth-shattering roar came, carrying an urgent call.
Wan Shan, the Young Demon King, snapped back to reality, his pupils constricting—he had just been caught off guard.
Looking up, he saw the small human Grandmaster charging at him again, the long sword in his hand casting a shadowy arc, like opening a door made of swords in the darkness.
Wan Shan, the Young Demon King came to his senses, his rage overwhelming, but his instinct for self-preservation even stronger.
