Bloodshed and slaughter, all for the sake of surviving better.
The rampage of mutant beasts does not signal the end of an era. On the contrary, it marks a new beginning.
Selfishness and greed remain unchanged, no matter how the times may change.
From the moment she died, Jian Xiaozhi's heart turned cold.
Mockery and deceit, one heartbreak after another, one step of growth after another.
His experiences made him ever more indifferent, until his heart was completely frozen.
Without the support of an era, a blade in Jian Xiaozhi's hands can still point straight at the heavens.
Dragons roar and tigers howl in the burial ground of swords.
Jian Xiaozhi has always stayed true to his own path as a blade hunter. He says, “People aren't what's wrong. The world is. When you have the power to change it, then go ahead and do it!”
