My Dad Challenges All the Gods in the World of Martial Arts

The Golden Throne Hall collapsed, and my father raised his gun and charged into the clouds. Divine corpses fell like raindrops. He pushed my little sister into my arms. The people across from us were still shouting that handing over the son would spare us death. My father laughed, and another bolt of lightning flashed along his spearhead. I hugged my sister tight first. I won't be a burden.