Douluo: Awakening the Dragon's Roar and a Courageous Spear

In grand halls, pale faces gather thick as snow; in squalid alleys, frozen corpses pile like mountains.

Wine and meat stink beneath the mansions' red gates, while the poor leave their bones to the wasteland.

Courtiers vie for power for their own gain, and nobles treat the people like weeds. Soul Masters lord their strength over common folk, and beneath their iron fists, no one can live in peace.

I rule the realm, and seeing this misery fills me with anguish!

Soul Masters have martial souls; ordinary people have courage. The nobles eat grain, while common folk tend their fields. All people are born under Heaven, with none above or below another. Everyone deserves enough to eat and warm clothes, and the chance to live in peace!

Today, I swear: I will sweep away the darkness in the court, put arrogant sects in their place, unite the divided continent, and bring justice to the world!

I will make Soul Masters understand that mortal bones can also uphold the heavens, and make nobles see that the people's hearts are what keep a nation secure.