I had sons and grandsons filling my halls, wives and concubines by my side, a family of bells and cauldrons, a clan passed down for a hundred generations, with the finest food and most exquisite dishes...
Warriors revered me, respected me, and sought me out. The imperial court valued me, relied on me, and treated me with courtesy...
In my leisure, I drank tea and summoned friends. When busy, a single word from me brought everyone running...
I was a model for the world, the leader of the nobility, a wise elder of Flame Capital, and a Grand Academician...
The day before yesterday, I had discussed affairs of state in the cabinet. Yesterday, I had selected outstanding talents with the heads of various clans...
So now...
"It was only a nightmare."
Silver Bell Earl Crane Tear pushed Sasa Jue Luo out of his arms. The Three-Eyed Titan's Star Rank Martial Pillar still looked as young and adorable as ever, with skin so delicate it seemed to yield at a touch, like a little boy who had thrown himself into his grandfather's arms. But the organs inside him had already been blasted into a pulp by Crane Tear's "Mountain Collapse" and "Sea Overturn" light explosions. Murky black liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth. When Crane Tear shoved him, he fell to the ground without making a sound, light as a doll.
The Myriad Forms Combat Arts had always excelled at striking through obstacles. It had also always been the second choice of noble warriors—the first was the Sword-Wielding Combat Arts. It could leave a corpse intact after killing, injure without leaving a trace, strike with elegance, and overwhelm others through sheer momentum. From the moment Crane Tear first came into contact with combat arts, he had decided that the