The Record of Jiufang Shihan

Icebound, the nine directions bound by the common folk,

Cold winds and frosty howls, all life withered.

As the rabble comes, there is nowhere to return.

With sword in hand, all who face me shall fall.

Watch this spirited young man rise step by step to the top of the continent, sword in hand as he faces all directions, his blood surging like wave upon wave.