1 Prologue

It was a Crimson Night, a night that will forever be remembered throughout history. For this was the day that a man single handedly killed all the Supreme Saints of the country.

Through the night, blood rained down, creating such an eerie atmosphere, while the site was picturesque. The moon that night was round and bright whilst the blood turned the sky crimson.

Many were frightened by the scene, but some were intrigued by what they had witnessed.

High above, a lone man stood at the center of the bloody war. He was covered in the blood of his enemies. One can tell that he almost looked as if the God of War himself, for he has not lost a single battle whilst his blade coated in the blood of his slain enemies.

He looked satisfied for what he'd accomplished, as if all the burdens in the world he's been carrying have been lifted. Feeling relieved from all the pain and suffering... He slightly raised his lips about to smile.

"Patriarch, Elders, dear Brothers and Sisters... Finally, I've avenged all of you. I've punished those who killed you. Now, you can all rest in peace." He spoke with a devilish tone in his voice. Though his tone may be frightening, one can tell his words were filled with emotions.

He took a last glance at everything and smiled as he disappeared through the dark.

This is the story of Zhu Long, the last remaining member of the Zhu Clan. In his quest to find those involved in the massacre of his clan and wipe them out.