Thirty thousand years ago, I, Emperor Wu, was plotted by the gods together and fell silent in chaos.
Thirty thousand years later, I woke up in a dilapidated rental house in a modern city and became Su Chen, the son-in-law of a wealthy family whose martial arts spirit was destroyed and everyone could bully him.
They all called me a waste and a freeloader.
I didn't say anything, I just silently picked up the butcher's knife and continued to sell my pork.
Until that day, my fiancée was forced to marry a dude from a semi-saint family, who arrogantly asked me to kneel down.
I sighed and put down the knife.
Three years ago, I killed a real dragon and a demon, and the world called me - Emperor Wu.
Do you want me to say it again?
