Otherworldly Evil Monarch

This was the place that the Jun Family and he had stood guard over for for their entire lives! For the sake of this land, this old man donned shining spears and mounted armoured horses for an entire lifetime, escaping from deadly situations hundreds of times! For this land, Wu Hui bounded himself to duty and honor without glancing back, turning into a god of war, campaigning through the battlefields! The relentless winds and rains in the mountains, the bitter cold of the deserts, the vast plains under the hoofs of the warhorses, the battle cries of bannermen; which man of the Jun Family had not experienced them…

Old Master Jun stood silently for a long time, and slowly, crystal-like tears welled up in his eyes. Two lines of tears rolled off his eyes, staining his snow-white beard, finally dripping onto the ground, drop after drop…

From his adolescence to his old age, how many brothers had turned into white bones in front of his eyes; how many good men were drenched in blood, laying down their lives on the battlefield under his lead… even his own beloved son and grandsons had spilled all their hot blood on this land…

The brilliant glint of war blades seemed to be flashing before his eyes, and the sorrowful cries of brave men rang in his ears… The look in the eyes of his brothers in the moment before death was engraved deeply in his heart to this day, and the agonized roars of battle echoed clearly in his mind…

“Big brother Jun! Big brother Jun…” Jun Zhan Tian closed his eyes tightly, and his aged face twitched with pain. He lowered his head, and his shoulders trembled lightly as tears rolled down his cheeks…

Begrudging! Unwilling! He truly loathed to part with all this…

But today, he was finally about to leave!

This place had clearly brought him endless sorrow and tears, as well as countless regrets. But why did his heart feel so much pain when it came to leaving?

“Heroes of a hundred battles look lightly upon life and death; valiant warriors never turn back in life. Long winds may fall on calvaries and glaciers, but how many times do our soul dream of the thick blood on our blades!” Jun Zhan Tian choked as he recited the poem. This poem was something that he often sang loudly with his brothers on the battlefield, while sitting beside a fire and sharpening their blades after a bloody battle. Right now, how many people still remembered that poem?

Tears flowed swiftly down his cheeks, but Jun Zhan Tian still gritted his teeth and mumbled in a cracked voice. “Brothers, I… am really… leaving now… I’m leaving this place where all your heroic souls lie… If you guys miss me, please visit me in my dreams…”

This tough old man had not cried when his son died. He didn’t cry when his grandsons died. But today, he was sobbing inconsolably with emotion! Because he was about to leave this land that he loved so deeply… this land that he’d poured his blood, sweat and tears!

Although this land had let him down, although the emperor of the land had betrayed him, robbing him of his son and scheming against his grandsons… This was still a land that Jun Zhan Tian won with hundreds of battles! It was the painstaking efforts of the entire Jun Family over the years that secured it!

Humans were not grass or trees. How could they be without emotion?

But today, he could not remain. He had to go! Because if he insisted on staying, Jun Wu Yi and Jun Mo Xie would definitely not go as well. Then, the Jun Family would truly be finished! His son and grandsons had already sacrificed their lives for this land. Should his last remaining son and grandson also be buried here?

No! Absolutely not!

For this reason, he had to go! Even if he was so reluctant!

Right now, he needed to take up responsibility for his family!

***

Jun Mo Xie walked alone, dressed in a flowing black robe. He stepped lightly upon the wide street, moving steadily towards the unceasing noise of battle and the cries of murder.

His pace was leisure and light, but the gap in between each step was amazingly consistent! Every step he took was very intentional and very… solemn!

Because, all of the enmity and grievances, laid at the end of this road!

The General in White Jun Wu Hui’s debt of blood, the Devine Iron-Blooded War God Jun Wu Meng’s death, and the life of his two elder brothers Wu You and Wu Meng; the 10 years of heartbreak and deep sleep his mother suffered… All this debt would be demanded back from that chief criminal today!

The price for everything!