At the school assembly, you were slapped in the face by the school belle to break off the engagement, and you were called a piece of trash who could only breathe. The instructor stepped on your soles, mocking you as not even worthy of carrying his shoes. No one knows that you were once the Canglong who suppressed the fate of the country, and the Shura God of War who pierced the nine heavens. Just in time, the seal loosened, and the dormant Qi beast in your body... Woke up. When the instructor grabbed your neck and roared, you used one finger to crush half of his shoulder. The cold school beauty kneels in a pool of blood and begs you not to kill her. You lift her chin and chuckle: "Who is the loser now?"
