The God of Killing in the Country

"As long as I, Xie Changfeng, am still standing, the wind and snow from the north will not be able to blow a step into the Central Plains!" In the 90th year of Xuanhe, the Wei Dynasty flourished. At the 100th birthday banquet, the envoys of the Golden Horde were arrogant and provocative, mocking the old man for being a survivor of the times. At that moment, all the dignitaries in the hall were trembling, but the old man's cloudy eyes were suddenly as sharp as knives. "You are even luckier, because killing is no longer allowed in the Central Plains." "If it were the tenth year of Xuanhe, your grandfather would not be as old as you when he died, right?" One glance can scare away the enemy; one word can bring you back to the battlefield in a dream.