[Invincible with one punch] + [Body transmigration] + [Only eats, never takes in disciples] + [Terribly scummy] + [Expert at showing off]
Lu Hao transmigrated. The good news: He activated a System. The bad news: He was trapped in a sealed space of just eight square meters.
Afraid he'd go mad from confinement, the System took the forms of celebrities, teachers, flight attendants, and even sketch-comedy performers to keep him entertained...
Lu Hao: "It's just the Nerve Fist, right? I'll train it for a million years."
His words became prophecy. A million years passed. The System had run out of forms to take, so it appeared as a lizard-person in a camisole.
Lu Hao froze in bewilderment. "I treated you like a person, and you treat me like your side piece? To hell with this!" But his full-powered punch happened to shatter the walls of their space!
After escaping, he received a warning from the System: He had only one year left to live.
To extend his life, he swallowed demon cores, joined sects, absorbed demonic energy, and resorted to any means necessary.
After a million years of repression, Lu Hao wanted only to do as he pleased: eat what he wanted, kill whoever he wanted, and do whatever he wanted.
The female demons and cultivators both loved and feared him. They dreaded him not coming around, yet were afraid he'd show up too often.
The senior sister of a certain sect said, "Hao, I've trained back the realm you drained from me last time. Can you come over?"
Everyone thought he was a useless Qi Refining cultivator.
But no one could imagine that this useless nobody had long since reached the pinnacle of the Three Realms.
Little demons, demon generals, demon kings, Immortal Emperors: if he didn't like the look of them, one punch would smash them to pieces!
Countless mighty experts were horrified. "You're clearly just a rookie at Qi Refining. How can you be so strong?"
Lu Hao smiled faintly. "Can you withstand a punch backed by a million years of cultivation?"
