The Heavenly Spirits have all returned to Heaven; the Earthly Fiends, as they should, have descended beneath the earth. Who remembers the heroes of ages past? Today, they gather once more, armed for battle!
Shi Jin and hundreds of his brothers, leading a million troops, had just wiped out the last contingent of the imperial guards. After entering the palace in Dongjing Bianliang, Shi Jin smiled at Emperor Renzong, who sat on the dragon throne and was still putting up a brave front. Shi Jin’s smile was so carefree that Renzong felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively rose to his feet.
“Shi Jin, I’ll give you the throne. For all these years you’ve been a mountain bandit, infiltrated the court, and controlled our economy. Now you can finally stop…”
Shi Jin strolled up and ran his hand over the dragon carved on the throne. The corner of his stubborn mouth lifted.
“You have no ambition, so this is all you could amount to… But I, Shi Jin, am only just getting started! My world is vast!”
