I am a mere soldier in the world's frontier army, but I use force to violate the prohibition and march on the road to heaven.
They call me the "King of Zhenbei". I have 300,000 cavalry and my achievements are astonishing. The emperor regarded me as a serious nuisance, took away my military power, gave me poisonous wine, and used the fortune of the whole country to forge the "Sword of Mountains and Rivers" in order to cut off my head to control the world.
But he forgot that half of the weight of the mountains, rivers, and land was carried back with my flesh and blood from the sea of blood and corpses outside the pass. The fate of the country is the people's heart. When the people's heart goes against them, his golden sword hanging in the sky is nothing more than rootless duckweed.
Today, I enter the imperial city alone. I don't want this thousands of miles of land, and I only ask one question:
Your Majesty, have you ever heard that martial arts can lead to the gods and cut off luck?
