A dragon's roar shakes the nine heavens, while blood stains the mountains and rivers red.
Lu Zhao wields the legendary Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, striking fear across the Nine Provinces in his role as a Jianghu Inspector.
Genius, monster, young lord, holy son, holy maiden... I dare you to take one palm from this official! I'm Lu Zhao, and I don't like fighting; I like ending fights. What? You say I'm a fraud? Come on, try taking my eighteen palms first...
"The Jianghu is due for a reshuffle."
Alone, he carves through the enemy ranks, golden dragons from his palms tearing apart a vast sea of blood. She shades the sun and moon with her purple umbrella, while the Heavenly Maiden of the Tingyu Tower scatters flowers to shatter countless venomous curses. When the Azure Dragon Jade collides with the wisteria umbrella, a star map entangled with past and present lives lights up the ninefold palace. Only then do they learn that so-called good and evil are nothing more than pieces in the schemers' game.
"You want the world? Then I'll carve you a tombstone with my Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"
On the night three hundred thousand armored soldiers were stained black with blood, Lu Zhao climbed to the summit over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
One palm shatters three hundred thousand armors; he slaughters so decisively that no one in the Jianghu dares call themselves supreme.
Palms crash like thunder; the umbrella spins, dimming sun and moon.
The Jianghu has never lacked heroes. What it lacks are madmen bold enough to tear a hole in the heavens.
The more you watch, the more exciting it becomes, come on