Lin Zhan awakened his ancestral skills at the cost of sacrificing his lifespan. Each level up will shorten your life by one year. Remaining life: 27 years.
"Practice! If you don't practice, you won't even survive 27 days!"
From then on, he used his dying body to crush the geniuses of his generation.
The aristocratic nobles angrily said: "How dare a mere ant break the rules?"
Lin Zhan smashed his domain with one punch: "Rules? The rules of the weak are meant to be stepped on by the strong!"
When he stepped into the Martial God Realm and thought he had finally protected everything, he saw the truth of the world.
Thousands of chains of laws hang down from the sky, connecting the necks of every warrior.
It turns out that the entire Gaowu civilization is just a huge breeding farm. Warriors are captive sacrifices, and Tiandao is the manager holding a butcher knife.
For thousands of years, all the Martial Gods have been "harvested".
Lin Zhan roared to the sky, cracks spread all over his body, and he only had one year left in his life.
"I don't care whether you are a human or a ghost, whether it is God's will or a trap set by immortals!"
"Want to harvest me? No matter how bad my life is, it's still my own!"
"This punch will break the sky above your head!"
