Chu Liuxiang: A Single Red Dot

“Ten years ago, a man once appeared in the martial world. He wore black from head to toe, carried a sword, and had a deathly pale human-skin mask. His sharp eyes, visible through the mask, looked even more terrifying than his sword.” “But the truly terrifying thing was his sword.” “A sword made for killing, able to take a life in an instant, anywhere and anytime.” “More terrifying still was this: This man killed everyone. If you were human, he would kill you.” “And most terrifying of all: Anyone this man set out to kill was already as good as dead.” That man was Yi Dianhong, Yi Dianhong of the Central Plains. A killer, wielding a killer's sword. Yet the killer quietly withdrew from the martial world. It was a happy ending, of course it was. No one died; there were no dead, and everyone was still alive. Who could say such an ending was bad? But what if things had changed? What if Yi Dianhong's hand had never been severed, and he could still hold a sword? Would a different story have unfolded, one belonging to Yi Dianhong of the Central Plains? Yes, it would. It had to. Because he was Yi Dianhong of the Central Plains.