I was once the sharpest sword in the hands of Heaven. I killed countless gods and gained many merits.
Until they discovered that I had great achievements and shocked the master, they jointly set up a trap to make me fall on the God-killing Platform.
After being reincarnated and re-cultivating, I have been struggling in the mortal world for three hundred years.
Three hundred years later, the heavenly catastrophe caused the divine palace to collapse, and the gods once again knelt at my mountain gate.
The leader of the Heavenly Emperor trembled and presented the blood-stained divine edict: "Please... Kill the god again."
I stroked the iron sword in my hand, looked at my former colleagues who were as panic-stricken as a lost dog in front of me, and chuckled:
"This time, what I want to kill... Is the sky."
