When all nations come to pay tribute, that is the Tang. When its might commands the lands, that is the Tang. When it is the Celestial Empire, that is the Tang.
Wu Tong arrives in a Tang dynasty that is familiar yet strange. The seeds of the Zhenguan era are just beginning to sprout. The blood at Xuanwu Gate has yet to dry, and smoke rises along the northern frontier.
With a steel blade in hand, he will cut down every enemy who defies the Celestial Court.
Jieli Khan, the proud champion of the steppe, felled with one stroke;
Songtsen Gampo, the brilliant ruler of the highlands, felled with one stroke;
Goguryeo, Japan, and the Black-clad Arabs, felled with one stroke;
Arthur, king of the Hu... One second! That's my wife. How could I possibly cut her down!
P.S. The story takes place in the early Zhenguan era, but characters from other eras and fictional worlds may also show up.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
