Starting from the Beginning, He Fought with All His Skills, from a Slave to a Prince.

[Group portraits, fictional history, feudal turmoil, no system, no stacking settings at the beginning, multiple lines running in parallel, grand world view] What is Wulin? Is it the light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the fist to the flesh? Is it the thin clouds of righteousness or the dry clouds of heroic spirit? Zhao Dong didn't want to understand these things, and he didn't need to understand them anymore! Why? Once traveled to another world, kung fu? It's just some brute force Real masters play with vitality In a different world, there is no order, vassal towns are attacking, princes are separatist, the winner rules the roost, and the loser dies. Others who traveled through time were all kings with their own systems, but Zhao Dong was just a slave after traveling through time. He had nothing but blood, brains, determination, Southern Kung Fu, and a little bit of luck, but it happened that he went from being a slave to becoming a prince with the strongest vassal town. The path of ordinary people is to climb out of the dead by stepping on corpses and carrying blood feud.