Three years ago, I was the number one genius in my sect, but I was plotted by the great elder to abandon my cultivation.
>During the sect competition, the fiancée who had become a saint broke off the engagement in public: "Trash is not worthy of me."
>Her suitor smiled ferociously and stepped on my head: "Lick the saint's shoes and spare your life."
>Amidst the laughter in the audience, the dormant power in my body suddenly awakened.
>The ancient ferocious beast Taotie roared in the sea of my consciousness: "Swallow them!"
>That night, I sneaked into the great elder's mansion.
>After devouring all his grandson's cultivation, I pointed my sword at the frightened and angry great elder.
>"Three years ago you took my bones, tonight I will swallow your blood."
>"Old dog, it's your turn."
