The Interstellar Tyrant Goes on a Rampage in the Cultivation World

The day I woke up as a good-for-nothing in the cultivation world, I was being dragged to the execution ground to be beheaded.

“She stole an elder's pills!” The whole sect cursed me.

I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed. “You think I'd steal a bottle of cheap stimulants?”

In my previous life, I was the leader of an interstellar mercenary corps, blown to dust by a traitor.

When I opened my eyes, my escape pod suddenly crashed into the execution ground.

My enemy was crushed to pulp. I grabbed my laser blade and slaughtered everyone in sight.

During the sect tournament, I swallowed ten forbidden pills and jumped into the arena.

“Elder Referee, your grandson's medicine has expired.”

I planted my foot on my opponent's back and smashed the real bottle of medicine into his face.

“Now, let's settle the score for framing me.”