Kill the Genius

During the sect competition, I witnessed with my own eyes that a talented senior brother cut off his opponent's limbs with a single sword in order to win the first place. He chuckled and crushed the man's Dantian: "Trash should behave like trash." I looked down at my spiritual root, which was also useless, and felt cold all over. That night, I dug out the ancient magic power in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, which can swallow other people's spiritual roots for my own use. Senior brother chased me to the cliff, but I imprisoned him in the blood pool with my backhand: "Senior brother, I will accept your Heavenly Spiritual Root." Ten years later, I was sitting on the Bone Throne, with the spiritual roots of thousands of monks at my feet. "In this world of immortality, the weak eat the strong. I just practice it to the end."