His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
The King, dressed in golden armor and a mask, could no longer cut every arrow in the air. Heavy shafts rang off his armor—he was leaning forward like a man walking into a storm, but it was as if his heart was singing because this was a great deed of a warrior. He laughed and ran faster.
A trap opened under his feet, and he almost fell—straight down the banks and into a thigh-deep pool. Two peasant Talons stepped to the edge of the pool and loosed arrows at him from a few feet away.
Li Zhuang, who had joined the king's army under the direction of some great master of his cousin, saw the charge falter and blew his horn. Men were falling into something—a line of pits, a hidden trench—