Three thousand cuts a day, the sword kills nine heavens, the hero's tomb is slow, the Buddha is killed but the immortal is not left behind. China's strongest silk-slinging soul traveled to another world, merged with the wordless heavenly book, and the ancient magic god's secrets, and rose against the sky. From then on, he chopped off the heads of saints, stepped on the corpses of ten thousand Buddhas, drank the blood of Yama with a smile, and ate the emperor's spirit in anger. What about a peerless genius or a peerless hero? I can kill everything with just one knife!
