Death Befalls All Men Alike (3)

The Central Continent's Imperial City had not seen a fight in 10,000 years, but which family in the Imperial City had not seen white banners fluttering in a cemetery?

Outside the Heavenly Mystic Realm, blood stained the golden armors. Where the Red Flame Army soldiers were buried, there were shattered mountains and rivers.

Han Muye's voice echoed, and there seemed to be whimpers between heaven and earth.

This was the sorrow of this world. It was for the countless heroes who never returned, for the countless shattered mountains and rivers.

If Xu Green Vine's poem was sentimental, then Han Muye's poem was as sorrowful as the world.

The dao of harming oneself could not be maintained by a grandmaster.

However, heaven and earth were in sorrow. The Half-Sage Dao Domain shook as if the Nine Heavens were crying!

At this moment, three feet away from Lu Yuzhou, green qi swirled around him. His body trembled and his eyes widened.