Transmigrated to an Imperial Dynasty, and from the Start I Was Too Powerful for My Own Good

In the eighth year of the Tianhan era, at the winter solstice, the north wind howled as the King of the Northern Slaves personally led an army of 100,000 to capture Yanmen Pass.

Yanzhou was devastated. Smoke signals rose everywhere, corpses littered the land, nine out of every ten homes stood empty, and bones were scattered across the earth!

The emperor issued dozens of orders, but not a single vassal king answered the summons to defend the throne.

The Longhan dynasty teetered on the brink of collapse!

Outside the capital, red robes blazed like fire, and a white horse bore golden spear and armor.

The young man sat astride his horse by the Yan River, clad in fine qilin scale armor and a mask of tempered steel.

His long golden spear pointed straight at the sky. His gaze burned bright, and he faced death without fear!

With a single thrust, he pierced the armor of eight thousand foes. Five thousand red-armored soldiers rode forth, leaving 70,000 Northern Slaves dead in the Guanzhong region.

He had seen the dragon, then laid down his armor. The young man returned.

From that day on, Longhan had one fewer valiant, heavenly general, and one more young sage of the written word.