"Eternal Heaven—!" "Khan, Great Khan!" Cries of all kinds filled the air as you strode toward the royal palace. A boundless sea of blood emerged behind you, and within it, the wails of countless spirits seemed to rise.
"Desert... no, you are not one of the Desert Tribe!" An aged shaman cried out in terror. "That face—you are from the Far East! Why would someone from the Far East come here?"
"What kind of bird language are you babbling?" With one slash, you lopped off the shaman's head. One of the few people in this royal court who knew the Three Kingdoms Language fell just like that.
"Heavenly demon! Heavenly demon!" Blood and qi soared into the sky from within the royal palace. A towering giant charged out, his open palm larger than an ordinary man's head. He was the Grassland People's king of this generation, the Great Khan with the purest and most supreme bloodline.
Though he was only a Grandmaster, he possessed the Golden Bloodline and the talent known as the "Body of the Sun," said to have been bestowed by Eternal Heaven. He could barely contend with a Grandmaster and was also the strongest man on the grasslands.
You brought your blade down. The Great Khan flew backward, crashing into the royal palace like a human cannonball, smashing roofs and toppling pillars. You stepped on the air until it burst and chased after him, then raised your blade again and blasted him into scraps.
"Boring, boring, boring!" You seemed to have forgotten why you had come—for the path beyond Grandmaster. But now, your mind held nothing but battle.
There was a prince with the Golden Bloodline, only nine years old, who had torn off a First-rate Martial Artist's right arm in an arm-wrestling match. There was a