Forcing Wang Patriarch

Ye Quexuan, who suffered from severe delusional disorder in the late stages, proclaimed himself the Patriarch of the King of Forces.​ I firmly believe that all pretenders must kneel down and call their ancestors! Electrotherapy travels through the world of immortality and is directly bound to the universal military library! The modified funeral car went on a rampage, and the suona of "The Big Funeral" blew up the street. No leveling, no monsters, specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, all-terrain fancy show-off!​ The sect is showing off? The RPG cleans the ground, the Star Destroyer is cremated, whatever your Nascent Soul is, it transforms into a god and refines the void, all of them are physically transcended! Bully blocking the way? Thermobaric bullets are used to clear the nose, hydraulic scissors are used to remove bones, and a funeral sideline business is launched, one-stop service! Secret trial? Machine guns sweep the formation, flamethrowers burn copies, what are the rules? I am the rule! Pretend to die in front of him? No, even if your breathing sounds wrong and he thinks you are faking, he will still send you on your way!​ Live if you like it, die if you don't like it, military-industrial aesthetics crushes all the bells and whistles! Cultivation? Fix it! Caliber is justice, range is truth, and explosion is art! I, the Patriarch Wang, will pretend and explode wherever I go! Everyone here, this is all rubbish to me, and you only deserve to lie down and watch me show off my operations! [Decisive killing + crazy criticism of the protagonist + omnipotent arms crushing] Watch Grandmaster Wang use his arsenal to blast away all the tricks and blast out the only privileged path in the Three Realms!