?79: Chapter 60 The Beginning of Legend!_3 79: Chapter 60 The Beginning of Legend!_3 He paused, then swung the Battle Halberd.

    In the Wind Listening Pavilion, Li Guanyi took hold of “Wave-Rolling.”

    In the midst of the desert, the Battle Halberd known as “Tiger Roar Sky” swept across, its edge emitting a low, majestic roar.

    The deep tiger roar became domineering.

    The storm ahead was torn apart.

    The dozens of sand pirates charging forward continued their assault, only to be cleaved in half mid-charge, blood spattering and staining the desert red.

    The head of the pirate at the forefront flew off, blood spraying far and landing on the young man’s clothes, dyeing half of his garment red.

    Under the moonlight, the Battle Halberd came crashing down, right in front of Breaking Army.

    The wind blew across the desert, surrounded by corpses.

    The young man’s eyes were fixed ahead, as the old guide hurried over to pull him away, but before they could leave, the torches raised high had already enveloped the area.

    The Turkic Cavalry had arrived.

    They rode on their warhorses, their armor not as fine as that of the Central Plains, but the rugged iron armor carried a wild, solemn presence.

    One hand grasped the hilt of a heavy sword, and the other held a torch, its flame bright enough to seem to set the moon above ablaze.

    The leader was a young man adorned with a gemstone-studded headband, observing the scene.

    “...An evil weapon.”

    He remarked.

    The warhorse he rode stepped forward, leaving behind a trail of flames from its burning hooves—these were steeds with Exotic Beast blood.

    The lord from the seventh tent of the Turkic glanced at the weapon and the man before him and spoke indifferently, “Central Plains person.”

    “What are you here for?”

    The strife between grassland and Central Plains had not ceased for hundreds of years, and such words were laden with murderous intent.

    The old man kneeled on the ground, pale-faced, surrounded by the Hellish messengers on their Heavy Cavalry, unable to utter a word.

    Meanwhile, Breaking Army lifted his gaze, composed as if a guest, and said, “I’ve come to bring you a gift.”

    The Turkic Seventh Prince was unconcerned and asked, “Oh?

    A gift?”

    “What gift?”

    Breaking Army looked at him and answered, “Seventh Prince, you are not favored here.

    You yearn for the feats of the grassland kings from five hundred years ago, yearn for the submission of your subjects, yearn for the love of the woman you desire, rather than watching her sleep in your father’s tent, needing to call her ‘mother.’

    The old man felt a numbing terror.

    He almost cried out.

    He wished he could shove bloodstained sand into the Central Plains man’s mouth to silence him.

    The Turkic Seventh Prince stared intently at the man who had touched upon his most private thoughts.

    Under the moonlight, that man’s eyes shone, not with the light of the moon, but as if with the fire that each year in winter, set the withered, pale grass on the grassland ablaze—a conflagration so fierce it seemed it would devour the entire grassland and ambition.

    Breaking Army smiled, saying:

    “I can give you a thousand leagues of territory to the west, letting you become the most distinguished among your brothers.

    By then, your cattle and sheep will graze on Tuyuhun’s grasslands; you will enjoy the beauties and delicacies of the Western Regions, and even a curved sword cast from gold.”

    “Who knows?

    One day, everything you yearn for might return to your embrace.”

    Such words from the mouth of this handsome Central Plains man were like the temptation of a demon from a tale.

    The Turkic Seventh Prince said, “What do you want?”

    “I have only one wish.”

    Breaking Army gripped the still, unchanging Divine Weapon:

    “I hope you can send me back to the Central Plains.”

    “I want to meet someone.

    No matter the chaos of mountains and rivers, the long and winding roads, I must confront the destiny that awaits me.”

    In the eyes of the old guide, the domineering Seventh Prince of the grassland finally relaxed his grip on the sword handle.

    The man in half-bloodstained clothes caressed the weapon, a quiet smile on his face, his eyes reflecting the light of the torches, holding flames that could sear through the Western Regions.

    The young man, historically known as “Scheming and Vicious,” would soon begin to bare his fangs.

    Back in the Wind Listening Pavilion, Li Guanyi released his grip on the Divine Weapon, his face pale.

    He had learned—

    Li Guanyi closed his eyes.

    Xue Family – War Halberd Wave-Rolling.

    Duke Chen – Divine Spear Mountain Shattering.

    Five hundred years ago, the emperors of the Central Plains had apprehensively called them “Mighty and Fierce, Unyielding Marquis.” The Absolute Skills of these two famed generals, now five hundred years later, converged in one person.

    And in the guest room of the Xue Family, Changsun Wuchou raised his head to look outside, the stars tranquil as he sighed:

    “Stars distant and sky at peace, today indeed has been a day of tranquility.”

    A merchant brought forth a letter, took up the pen, and wrote to the Phoenix far beyond the border, recounting the day’s events.

    “Second Miss,”

    He paused, then began to write.

    “Li Guanyi, has come back to life.”