A White Robe, a Sword in Hand: One Strike Shakes the World

Everyone in the outer sect of Yunlan Sect knows Lu Chen as the useless nobody from the discarded-pill room.

After ten years of painstaking cultivation, he has only reached the first level of Qi Refining. Even when bullied, he can only keep quiet.

The night before the sect tournament, his fellow disciples break his leg and throw him into a mass grave.

“Tomorrow, you can lie there and watch the tournament, you good-for-nothing!”

That night, a woman in white emerges from the depths of the mass grave and plants a bloodstained ancient sword before him.

“This sword is called ‘Awakening Thunder.’ It has been sheathed for ten years. Now it's time to wake.”

The next day, Lu Chen appears in the arena, dragging his broken leg.

When the senior brother who had tormented him for ten years sneers and slashes at him, Lu Chen finally draws his sword...

A swordbeam cleaves the sky, and every sword in Yunlan Sect cries out in sorrow!

With his white clothes stained in blood, he strides over the horrified crowd. “Who else?”

High above, the sect leader's teacup explodes in his hand. “That sword... could it be the legendary ‘Path-Cutting’?!”