On the night of the massacre, my father hung half of a jade pendant around my neck and blew himself up.
Three years later, when I came out dragging a mountain of corpses of strange beasts, it was broadcast live all over the world.
In the actual combat assessment at Tianqiong University, I used a wooden knife to shatter the fifth-level Gang Qi.
The barrage exploded: "Everyone stand up!! This is not a first-order waste! This is Sword Lord!!"
And the demigod sitting on the throne doesn't know yet - I sharpened the knife for three years just to kill him.
