High Martial: I Crush Ten Thousand Races Single-Handedly

A patient living in a psychiatric hospital.

A broken blade lodged in his brain.

Su Bai declared that nothing could stand in the way of his heart's yearning for freedom.

“What do you mean, mentally ill? Your whole family is mentally ill!”

“There’s just a knife in my brain. That has nothing to do with being crazy.”

Faced with their doubts, Su Bai rebuked them righteously.

Whatever “mentally ill” means, it has nothing to do with him.

“So, are you going to stand in my way too?”

Lin Feng looked at the myriad races blocking his path.

He swung his blade.