The snow didn't just fall in Beiliang; it conquered. It blanketed the jagged peaks like a burial shroud, hiding the blood of the thousands who had fallen defending the northern gate.
A lone rider emerged from the white haze. The horse’s breath came in ragged plumes, and the rider’s armor was shattered, held together only by frozen mud and sheer will. Download File TuyetTrungHanDaoHanh_10.avi
With a single strike, he carved a line into the frozen earth—a boundary no man would cross and live. As the horizon darkened with the silhouette of ten thousand enemy banners, the "useless" son of Beiliang stepped into the blizzard, his sword glowing with a cold, pale light that promised a winter the world would never forget. The snow didn't just fall in Beiliang; it conquered