Dominando os Mundos a Partir de "Xiu Chun Dao"
"Quem o eunuco quer matar?" "O comandante dos Jinyiwei, Wang Lu." "O eunuco está cansado de viver, é?" Na capital da dinastia Ming, Wang Lu, o comandante dos temidos Jinyiwei, fazia todos tremerem só de ouvir seu nome. Com o jovem imperador em suas mãos, nenhum homem ousava desobedecê-lo. Como grande mestre, derrotou Ye Wen, aniquilou Ma San em um piscar de olhos, e até Ding Lianshan não passou de três movimentos diante dele. Começou como um simples servo de chá e acabou se tornando presidente da Associação de Guerreiros Chineses. No mundo das artes marciais, matou Tian Boguang, enfrentou e venceu Linghu Chong, derrotou o mestre andrógino Yue Buqun, e, junto de seu jovem seguidor Lin Pingzhi, trilhou o caminho para se tornar o líder supremo das artes marciais. Seu nome era Wang Lu, e por onde passava, fazia questão de experimentar o sabor do local. Nos mundos que percorreu, qualquer manual de artes marciais era obrigado a ter o sobrenome Wang.
Dominando os Mundos a Partir de "Xiu Chun Dao"
Wanli, 48th year.
In later centuries, to the southwest of what is now the Dahuo Fang Reservoir in Fushun, Liaoning, lies a place known in Manchu as Sarhu, meaning “wooden chest”—a land lush with dense forests.
Wang Lu staggered to his feet, his head spinning. What met his eyes was a vision of hell: bodies strewn together in a sea of blood, the stench of gore thick in the air.
“Where the hell have I ended up?”
Wang Lu looked around in a daze, suspicion and fear warring within him.
“Ming-ge?!”
He called out, but no one answered. He was surrounded by people—none of them alive. Just a moment ago, he had been riding happily in Ming-ge’s Cadillac, the car’s autopilot humming along, and in the blink of an eye, he was here.
Ming-ge!
What have you done to me? Is this even still in China?
“Am I just dreaming?”
He crouched and reached out to touch a corpse at his feet. The skin was slick and cold. Instantly, Wang Lu leapt back, cold sweat beading on his brow, goosebumps racing up his arms.
“This is real…”
The congealed blood reeked faintly. As his senses returned, his brain was assaulted by the brutal reality. Somewhere on the battlefield, someone retched violently.
Wang Lu broke out in a cold sweat. He was just a freshly unemployed college graduate—he had never seen anything like this. The bodies before him were undeniably real.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“See if anyone’s still alive!”
A voice spoke in a language he couldn’t understand, echoing faintly.
Wang Lu felt his limbs go weak, but
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