The first snow of winter fell. The Northern Lands lay wrapped in silver, frost-white for ten thousand miles, cold and desolate.
Yet amid such a bleak, silent setting, the long-quiet Jianghu Martial Arts World finally stirred with new turmoil.
An incomparably powerful expert rampaged far and wide. In barely a month, he had wiped out numerous sects, gangs, and family forces, seizing their accumulated wealth and resources, committing no small amount of slaughter, and throwing the Jianghu into unrest, with storms that would not settle and everyone fearing for themselves.
It was said that in one sect, an elder had already broken through to the Grandmaster realm, yet was still killed in a single move by this mysterious powerhouse—a complete crushing defeat. Thus, rumors claimed that this man had already cultivated the martial path of a Great Grandmaster.
Some in the Jianghu guessed that this person might be Tong Lie of the Savage Tribes, the one Meng Zhao had challenged, only for him to shrink back in fear. Now, he had finally stopped pretending, his wolfish ambitions laid bare for all to see.
Others guessed that this powerhouse came from the Demonic Path. The reason he had committed such a monstrous crime was precisely to use slaughter as a means to break through a bottleneck and cultivate demonic arts.
Still others guessed that this martial artist was simply a highly skilled bandit—possessing formidable strength, yet lacking the state of mind to match it, and therefore unable to restrain his murderous urges and greed, leading him to commit these great crimes.
There were all kinds of speculations, too numerous to list, but one point was certain: this man's martial arts were supremely profound, and no Grandmaster could stand against him.
Moreover, over the course of that month, this man had roamed