Late autumn.
The wind gently swept up withered yellow leaves.
The cold made those in thin clothing feel as though winter had already arrived.
Winter truly was coming, with only five days left until the Start of Winter.
Yet winter had arrived here five days early.
All because of one person.
After this person arrived, he was even more chilling than winter itself.
Winter might be cold, but it would not kill. Yet this man had already taken over a thousand lives. Wherever he passed, blood flowed like rivers, the martial world trembled, and its heroes were terrified. Every major sect along his path immediately shut its gates, praying that this fiend, more terrifying and vicious than the Black Wind Stronghold Master, would not come knocking.
The Black Wind Stronghold Master was certainly a fiend and certainly vicious, but he settled scores only with those responsible and never harmed innocents. He distinguished clearly between kindness and hatred, and often performed righteous deeds.
But this vicious fiend killed even those who had neither wronged nor offended him. In less than half a day, those slain by his hand included martial heroes, the elderly, women, children, wealthy merchants, and even imperial experts. There was no one he could not kill, and no one he dared not kill.
He slaughtered his way from the Shenwu Kingdom to Yuan State, frightening even the Yuan State court into hastily gathering numerous martial experts from across the country to oppose him.
Yet just as countless people in the martial world were gripped by fear, the fiend stopped at the Yuan State border and laid down his terms. He demanded that the three Otherworlders he had pursued that day quickly reveal themselves and hand over the item given by the Sweeping Monk, or else he would kill