Li Zhao, the God of War of the Zhao Dynasty, was framed and his blood was spilled on the battlefield. His son Li Xuan was given poisonous wine in the mourning hall. The spirit of Li Xuan, a modern social beast, comes through and uses modern knowledge to detect the hope of life and escape from the gate of hell! When he slowly stood up from the floor of the mourning hall and saw the tragic scene of his father's blood splattering on the coffin, his grief and anger turned into the eternal fire of revenge in his heart!
In the court hall, rumors spread everywhere, and the Queen Mother's decree was cut down like a guillotine; outside Shuofeng City, the war was still going on, and the Beidi cavalry lay in wait. Li Xuanhuai carried the broken sword and stepped into the dragon's pond and tiger's den. In the Jinluan Palace, thunder exploded in the palm of his hand. He was dressed in plain clothes and holding a broken sword high, as if Shura had returned, facing the imperial power with accusations of blood and fire. Storms rose suddenly inside and outside the court. Some people risked their lives to save him, some secretly spied on him, and mysterious forces also extended a helping hand. Is it the iron blood of Zhaowu's old tribe, the conspiracy of the deposed prince Xiao Jamyan, or is there another turbulent situation behind it?
The poison and poisonous insects in Li Xuan's body are intertwined, like shackles of fate; the broken sword carries the legacy of his father and the cry of a hundred thousand wronged souls. He will tear apart the hypocrisy of the court, break the shackles of power, and burn out the decaying mountains and rivers with the body of a candle! Every foreshadowing lurks murderous intent, and every decision is a matter of life and death. Let's see how he sets off a storm that subverts the world from the blood feud!
