Douluo Dalu: I Stand at the Pinnacle of Martial Arts, My Sword Rises Across the Land

[No System + No Sky Screen + One Female Lead, Shui Bing'er] Zhou Qiubai, a master of traditional martial arts in his previous life, transmigrates to the Douluo World and awakens a sword, a Martial Soul deemed useless. If he can’t become a Soul Master, can’t he still become a martial artist? The Sea God’s weapon weighs just over a hundred thousand jin, while martial arts can become peerless techniques. Tang Sect Hidden Weapons can even assassinate Soul Douluo, or even Titled Douluo. So why bother becoming a Soul Master? A Martial Soul Avatar? Just a futile attempt to stop me. A divine inheritance? A false god’s legacy. I wouldn’t want it even if it were offered to me. A top-grade Beast Martial Soul? An Ultimate Martial Soul? How many of my sword strikes can it withstand? This is a rebellion of the “jianghu” against the “sects,” and of “martial arts” against “divine authority.” The white-clad sword, the unreturning spear, ten thousand volumes of books, an unspoken intent… Half a scroll of autumn leaves, half a scroll of wind; one sword sends frost across nineteen provinces. The white robes remain untouched by worldly affairs, yet ask the heavens: Can we truly be free? From defeating Tang San in Suotuo City and teasing Haotian with the Flowing Cloud Step, to rebuking Yu Xiaogang in Heaven Dou City and crossing swords with Chen Xin; from overpowering the Golden Generation at the continent-wide tournament to asking the Divine Realm three questions in Slaughter City; in the end, he will unite all those bound by fate and strike a sword against the lofty gods, shattering their shackles. This is a legend about freedom, choice, and defiance. The jianghu is never far away. It lives in everyone’s heart.