Awakening

Wang Xiaohu buried the dead Suantou in the earth, then stood alone on the barren hills outside the city, gazing at the lights within. His eyes were as cold as a lone wolf's.

Wang Xiaohu, who had always wanted to take care of his whole family, had ultimately become a man utterly alone.

You forced me to do this.

Wang Xiaohu retrieved the long saber beside him, turned, and vanished into the wind and snow.

He understood neither grand righteousness nor sacrifice and choice. He had never studied properly as a child. The only thing he knew was martial arts, and the only thing he could use was martial arts.

Half a year later.

The Northern Army marched south.

The Southern Dynasty fell into chaos. Taking advantage of the turmoil, Wang Xiaohu personally killed the scions of noble families who had slaughtered his entire family back then. Afterward, he wiped out the lineage behind them, not even sparing their dogs. Then he killed all the way onward, taking revenge all the way.

As long as someone had been connected to that incident, he killed them all.

His acts of vengeance caused panic among some people. They joined forces to lay an ambush, using Three Thousand Death Warriors as chess pieces. After losing more than two thousand men, they successfully captured Wang Xiaohu.

The long street was bleak and desolate.

Wang Xiaohu wore white autumn clothes and was locked inside a prison cart, looking like a ghost from head to toe.

The commoners watching on both sides pointed and whispered.

"Little Tiger!"

A voice rang out.

Wang Xiaohu's eyes shifted twice. Following the voice, he saw a long-lost acquaintance behind the crowd.

It was Hong Ying.

Hong Ying's face was covered in tears. She wanted to step forward, but the man