I Train in Martial Arts in Douluo, My Fists Shatter Mountains and Rivers

“A Trash Martial Soul, and you still want to challenge a Battle Soul Master?”

“Exactly! And I thought he was a genius!”

“Shh, keep your voice down. His dad is just as useless.”

When his father, Qi Hu, was beaten to death simply for dirtying a One-Ring Soul Master’s shoe, a beast broke free from its cage.

His aura of blood and energy enveloped him, and his mighty fists were strong enough to tear apart every Martial Soul.