The laborer in coarse, sweat-soaked clothes was cornered in an alley, a knife at his throat, when tiger stripes suddenly surfaced across the calluses on his shoulder.
“I’ve hauled cargo for ten years. Today, I’m hauling your lives!” Lin Zhao grinned, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly. The next instant, his pupils narrowed into slits
As blood splashed across the blue bricks, the phantom of a towering tiger took shape behind him, its claw-driven gust sending three steel blades flying!
So a heartbeat racing past a hundred when you’re on the brink of death can awaken “manifested martial intent”?
From a lowly nobody hauling cargo and water to a martial titan whose fists command mountains and rivers, Lin Zhao rose to his feet atop the bandits’ bones. “It’s time this martial world got a new set of rules.”
