In this era of martial arts awakening, Nanmo was identified as an F-level waste with no spiritual power and was abandoned by the school beauty. The entire network laughed at him, and the genius bullied him. Facing the S-class strongman's killing blow, Nanmo put his hands in his pockets and punched him into blood mist using only his physical instinct. Faced with a horde of millions of beasts slaughtering the city, a drop of Nanmo's blood turned the cowardly fat man's best friend into a three-foot canopy marshal, smashing the abyss with a rake! Everyone went crazy: You call this a mortal without superpowers? ! Nanmo himself was also confused: Who am I? Until the National League, the Western Gods came, and China was in danger. In the restricted area of Kyoto, an old sweeper with one eye blind and one arm broken stumbled to the feet of Nan Mo despite being punished by the gods. He cried loudly: "Your Majesty, Yang Jian, has been guarding the Blue Star for thirteen hundred years... Today, I finally return to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!!!" At that moment, the seal was lifted. Nanmo stands in the sky, pointing his sword towards the west: "Who said China has no gods?!"
