"With my war spear, I shall stain the azure sky with blood."
Chen Hua's war spear was the nightmare of an era, having once stained half the sky with blood. After twenty-eight years of silence, would it now reveal the exceptional glory of its prime?
The voice carried no edge, yet the impact on those present was immeasurable. Their expressions shifted wildly, and none dared to act rashly. The reason was simple: the name "Chen Hua." He was the symbol of an era, a great mountain pressing down on countless hearts. They had thought he had retired from the world, yet here he was, reappearing among them. A single sentence spoken across the void was enough to reduce everyone to a profound silence.
