Liang Dongzhu

Before meeting Liang Dongzhu, Xiang Ding Tian had heard many people mention the appearance of this heavyweight whose position in the martial world could tip the scales.

Descriptions like extraordinarily handsome and dignified in bearing were nothing new. Some said he was nine chi tall and nine chi wide, a square-shaped creature who was scarcely human; others claimed he had three heads and six arms, ferocious as a demon god—every sort of embellished tale.

Only upon seeing the real man did Xiang Yang realize that everything he had heard before was utter nonsense, and every guess had been far removed from the truth.

Liang Dongzhu was an ordinary-looking man with an ordinary build, so commonplace that he could vanish into any crowd. Even his clothes were plain.

Yet there was one thing about him that was not ordinary: his bearing, his aura. No matter how unremarkable his appearance, with that extraordinary temperament, he was the one and only Liang Dongzhu in the world, recognizable at a single glance.

His head was held high, like an eagle circling the heavens, never cowed by any man—cold, fierce, proud, and forever refusing to yield.

His otherwise ordinary eyes glimmered azure, like the sky, like the sea, filled with unfathomable vastness. Meeting his gaze was like witnessing the most incredible thing in the world: a man's eyes concealing the firmament and the ocean.

Ask not how high the heavens were, nor fathom how deep the sea. When thunder and lightning streaked across the vault of heaven and monstrous waves rose from the ocean, the greatest calamity in the world had descended. "At a single burst of wrath, the feudal lords trembled"—that described men like Liang Dongzhu.

When a man harbored the universe in his heart and breathed out the primordial wilderness, then even if