In the main hall, I poured poisonous wine on the face of Shen Wenzhou, the chief minister of the dynasty, and locked him to the side of the dragon bed. The whole world calls me a madman and a tyrant.
No one saw the bloody letter in my sleeve filled with the list of rebels, and no one knew that in the fire that destroyed the family three years ago, I exchanged death row for the lives of forty-two members of the Shen family. Only by making him hate me can I let him live.
Above the court, Zhao Yong usurped the throne, and the Shadow Pavilion came out in full force. With 300,000 enemy troops pressing down on the border, Shen Wenzhou's younger brother was turned into a puppet, and his life was hanging by a thread as he was poisoned by poison.
With one man and one sword, I will slay through the southern border, return to the Xu Valley in a bloodbath, and face the prince with my sword in hand. It wasn't until I threw the yellowed secret decree in front of him that he knelt in a pool of blood and understood that every insult I had received in the past three years was a knife I blocked for him.
The day when the "Great Wilderness Sutra" is completed is the day when life is cut off. I fell into his arms and asked him with a smile:
"Shen Qing, I have given this country to you. With the country as your employment, are you willing to accompany me on this last journey?"
The mad devil spent his whole life killing all over the world just to leave him alone.
