High Martial World: I Subdue the Starry River with Martial Arts

“A mortal's fireball gets you fined? The stars my fists burn to ash would be enough to bankrupt the Milky Way!” As the neighborhood committee auntie's fine slips chase an old man tossing fireballs all over the streets, no one notices the teenager smirking beneath the shade, tempering his knuckles with astral winds that can shatter the stars. “Summoning a Bone Dragon gets you ten days in detention? The wormhole my spear pierces could wipe out alien races a billion times over!” When security guard Old Wang's formation chains bind Mr. Zhang from Building Seven and his skeletal dragon, the teenager spins his spear and tears open a rift in space. A dragon-shaped blast of energy roars through and smashes the cannons of the vanguard fleet of countless races. This is an age of rampant supernatural powers, and an era when martial artists slay gods! As demonic alien armies pour through wormholes and trample the blood-soaked interstellar corridors of humanity: His fists blaze for human dignity: his left fist shatters the vault of heaven and breaks the chains of the spiritual qi ban! His spear cries out for the spark of civilization: his right spear sweeps across the Celestial River and pierces the absurd regulation that “summoned creatures must be registered”! His bones ring with unyielding battle spirit: his spine, tempered by astral winds, bears the galaxy, and every step crushes a silver warship! His blood boils for the billions of humanity: his flame-wreathed spearhead raises the battle flag, and his roar, swallowing the cosmos, reverberates across dimensions: “Supernatural powers? Pets? Fine slips? In the face of these fists and this spear, they're all dust!”