Xiong Ba was very pleased with Zhang Wuji's body.
Young, with an exceptional constitution and the Nine Yang True Qi he had gained through five years of bitter cultivation.
But the more Xiong Ba read through those memories, the deeper his frown grew.
He had been deceived and harmed by people, yet even with death staring him in the face, he had still tried to make excuses for his enemies.
That life ended here.
In the snowy valleys of Kunlun, the boy with broken legs opened his eyes once more.
Zhu Jiuzhen's vicious dogs were on their way. Wei Bi's long sword was coming for him. Soon, the martial world would learn to fear this face all over again.
As for the Six Major Sects' reputation, the Ming Cult's internal strife, and the Yuan Empire's iron cavalry...
He had built the World Society from nothing once before. Now that he had this body, why not fight for the world again?
