The Heavenly Dao cursed him to spend three lifetimes as a slave. On the day his entire family was slaughtered, Ji Xu knelt in a pool of blood, laughing through his tears. Nine hundred and ninety-nine prodigies joined forces to hunt him down, their flashing blades and swords tearing the night sky to shreds. He slowly raised a hand, and the rusty woodcutting knife in it split open the void. So the Ancient Shattered Eye had been sleeping within him all along, able to pierce the vital weakness of anything with a single glance! As the leading Holy Son sneered and swung his battle axe, Ji Xu raised his woodcutting knife.
“I wield this blade not to kill, but to carry out Heaven’s justice.”
Where its edge passed, the galaxies shattered, and the Three Thousand Great Daos bowed their heads. His blood-red gaze slowly swept over every face present.
“Are you all ready to get down on your knees and apologize?”
