Mad War God: Rampaging Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Others cultivate immortality in search of eternal life. I cultivate only so I can find people to fight. If Heaven stands in my way, I'll tear it apart. If the gods block my path, I'll slaughter them.

Wu Mo awakens in an unmarked tomb chamber with no memories. He remembers only seven words carved on a stone tablet: "Fight until... the end."

He's a lunatic. If he goes more than twenty-four hours without a fight, his fingers tremble, his pupils lose focus, and his soul feels as if something is slowly hollowing it out from within. Only in battle, with adrenaline surging and death close at hand, can he truly feel that he's alive.

From the Arsenal Pavilion of the Great Wei Marquis of Wu's residence to the divine thrones of the Olympus Pantheon; from the battlefield of the myriad races in the Xuanhuang World to the depths of the star sea in an interstellar empire, he carves his way through world after world. He seeks neither eternal life nor power. He only wants to find the ultimate opponent who can make him fight with everything he has.

With a mortal's body, he strangles D-rank opponents. With resonant inch-force, he shatters protective vital energy. With the intent of a hundred battles, he cleaves open divine domains. He can sit daydreaming in a corner for six hours without saying a word, yet when faced with a powerful enemy, he'll tilt his head and smile, then calmly utter two chilling words:

"Come on."