Night Lord of Great Tang: Crushing the Supreme Demons from the Start

The twenty-first year of the Zhenguan era.

Night fell, and the full moon hung high in the sky.

A shadow stood at the highest point in Chang'an, gazing down at the bustling capital.

"Ten thousand years is too long. I only ask for one life lived to the fullest!"

With a blade in hand, the Unholy One stirred the winds and clouds of the Great Tang.

"Master, the nights are getting cold. Remember to put on something warm."

Suddenly, a graceful figure appeared beside Tang Feng and gently draped a black dragon robe over his shoulders.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.