From Boyhood Training to Martial God

In the final years of the dynasty, monsters emerged in droves.

Demons wore skins, corpses were forged into bones, and human faces hid monstrous hearts.

The world grew corrupt, humanity lost its way, and at last people began devouring one another.

Li Miao transmigrated into a chaotic age where martial prowess reigned supreme and human life was worth less than grass.

From the start, he was a poor farm boy in Wangjiatun, struggling on the brink of starvation under the layers of exploitation imposed by the government and local gangs.

Fortunately, there was always a way out. Before his eyes appeared a technique-upgrading chart, inked like a painting!

In his eyes, there were no bottlenecks in any saber style, sword art, or fist technique!

Hundreds of years later, Li Miao had fought until no one in the world dared claim to be invincible!

People called him the "Demonic Lord of the Ultimate Path, Beyond All Limits."

Faced with his enemy's furious, snarling challenge,

Li Miao only smiled faintly.

"This punch of mine is filled with hard work and sweat. Can you take it?"