On the eve of the martial arts exam at the age of eighteen, his father Zhao Zhenshan threw a blood transplant agreement in front of Zhao Qingxuan.
As long as Zhao Qingxuan hands over the Zhenyuan martial arts in his body, the adopted son of the Zhao family will be able to ascend to the sky and enter the highest martial arts palace in Daxia.
His mother Lin Ruoxue cried and begged him: "Jingchuan is not in good health. You are the elder brother. What can you do if you let him go once?"
Only then did Zhao Qingxuan understand.
The eighteen-year relationship was nothing but a well-prepared scam to steal his martial arts talent.
Faced with the coercion of his parents, the humiliation of his tribe, and the frame-up of his adopted son, he did not argue or plead, but signed a letter of dissolution in public.
"From today on, I, Zhao Qingxuan, and the Zhao family will no longer have any grudges."
The moment blood fell on the divorce letter, the killing and calamity system awakened.
Kill the ferocious beasts and gain Qi and blood cultivation!
Kill the aliens and plunder the bloodline magical powers!
Kill powerful enemies and extract martial arts insights!
While the Zhao family was still waiting for him to bow his head and admit his mistake, Zhao Qingxuan had already slashed through the restricted area with one blow.
Many years later, all races came to the gate, and powerful men from all over the world descended.
Zhao Zhenshan and Lin Ruoxue knelt in front of the first human god of war, crying and begging him to go home.
Zhao Qingxuan just wiped the blood on the knife and said indifferently:
"The Zhao family has nothing to do with me."
"As for whether you regret it or not—"
"I don't care."
