The grass roots roar to the sky, on the verge of another world, with no tendons and pulses, no orifices and no holes. Those who live must die, those who die must be destroyed. They cannot condense Qi through cultivation, and have no magical powers to melt them. Their price is not as good as grass and mustard, and their dignity is not as good as that of pigs and dogs! See how he changes his name and destiny, how he breaks the curse. Those who insult me will be beaten, those who bully me will be killed, and those who look down on me will have everything taken away from them!
