A slow-paced story featuring the peak combat power of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor
My name is Huang. I’m a six-year-old boy who only wants to drink beast milk.
On my first day down the mountain, I casually rescued a celebrity expedition team being chased by corpse beetles. They thought I was a god who had descended from heaven and invited me to join them.
From then on, their expeditions took a completely different turn.
When the Corpse King roared its way into the world, I raised a hand and unleashed the “Grass-Character Sword Art.” When a bizarre illusion tried to confuse me, my double pupils reopened and pierced through the falsehood.
When an ancient being deep in the forbidden zone awoke and declared the end of the world on a global livestream, I simply took a sip of beast milk and stepped forward. Behind me, the Willow God’s Dharma form spread across heaven and earth as I calmly said:
“Who dares call themselves invincible? Who dares claim they cannot be defeated?”
