After living for twenty-three years, Mu Qingjun never let anyone go. He is like a god, looking down on all living beings, holding life and death in his hands, holding an S&W Magnum pistol, pointing the black muzzle at the enemy's temple, without a ripple in his eyes, and calmly pulls the trigger...
After living for twenty-three years, Yan Mu never let anyone go. The mountains and rivers fell into a dream, and his iron hoofs shattered the territories of the eighteen countries crossing south, and the lingering sound was still in my ears. Such a fiery man seems to be born to shoulder the destiny of ruling the world...
Until, he and he, two powerful and strangely similar men, met under the teasing of fate...