After My E-Rank Was Abandoned, I Unlocked the Third Prince Template

[Modern city + high-level martial arts + Nezha + school beauty + card draws + pure power fantasy]

Do you know what you’ve drawn?

With one throw of the Universe Ring, mountains and rivers shatter, and all arts become nothing. No matter how gifted an SSS-rank prodigy you are, no matter how many layers of protective energy you have, before me you’re nothing but powder crushed by a single ring.

The Red Armillary Sash unfurls, binding azure dragons and locking up phoenixes. The supposedly invincible divine beasts and supposedly impassable forbidden zones are all a joke before this red sash.

The Fire-Tipped Spear appears, its thrust like a dragon, burning the eight wilds to ashes. I don’t care if you’re an ancient descendant, an abyssal lord, or an avatar of a god. I’ll pierce you, burn you to cinders, and leave no trace.

The Wind-Fire Wheels spin, and with a single step I cross a hundred thousand miles. The speed, formations, and barriers you pride yourself on look as slow as a motionless painting to me.

And then there’s the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Shield...

When the nine fire dragons roar out, the whole world cries out in anguish.

They say spirit familiars should obediently follow orders.

I say, “I’m your damn ancestor.”

There’s no enemy I can’t take down in an instant, no predicament I can’t overcome. SSS-rank genius? One move, gone. Ancient fiendish beast? One spear, dead. So-called chosen one of destiny, the gods’ chosen?

I kill. I don’t save.