Lin Mo is widely regarded as the biggest good-for-nothing in the Qingyun Sect.
Three years, and his cultivation is still at zero.
Three years, and anyone can bully him.
Three years, and he's learned only one thing: endure.
At the sect's inner competition, Zhao Hu, the senior brother of the outer sect, plants a foot on his head and spits at him:
"Good-for-nothing! Bow to me three times, and I'll spare your worthless life today!"
Just as his forehead is about to hit the ground...
[Ding! Mortal Comeback System activated!]
[Host's endurance has reached its limit. Unlocked: Sword God's Body!]
One punch shatters Zhao Hu's knee, sending him to his knees on the spot.
Two punches cripple the cultivation of the protector who always takes his side, leaving him sprawled like a lump of mud.
Three punches annihilate the biased elder's soul, leaving not a trace of his remains.
No spiritual roots? A mortal body can still slay immortals.
No powerful backing? My fists are the greatest justification.
No fortuitous encounters? I am the greatest fortuitous encounter!
From a loser everyone tramples underfoot to a god of slaughter who overwhelms the heavens with a single sword.
I may be a mortal, but I insist on this: one sword to slay the immortal!
