A man should kill, and kill without mercy.
An imperishable legacy through the ages lies entirely in killing.
Once there was a valiant man, who prized his word above all.
At the slightest affront, he killed; his life weighed less than a feather.
Then came the mighty and the tyrannical, killing in a bloody frenzy.
They roamed the world, boasting only of blades and spears.
Now I seek their like, but grasp only moonlight reflected on water.
Do you not see? When Jianru Peak rose, the heroes perished.
From then on, Shenzhou prided itself on benevolence and righteousness; one day, foreign invaders plunged the Central Plains into chaos, scholars fled like swine, and cowardly folk wept.
I admire and study the ways of old, to revive that bold, heroic spirit.
Fame is dung; I scorn the mockery of those who take office.
With a sword at my side that could shear iron, one fit of anger was enough to make me kill.
I'd cut flesh from my own thigh to serve with wine, laughing as ghosts and gods trembled.