I Became the Supreme Master of Martial Arts in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Li Qing was fourteen years old that year. He rode a bull to break out of the encirclement, leaving behind a sentence: "The cow was left by my father, so I won't give it to him." From then on, there was a young man who did not believe in fate. The lifespan of a warrior is less than a hundred, his skills are incomplete, and the sect has a monopoly on immortality. They say the road ahead is closed. Li Qing answered with his fist: The road is made by punching it. It snowed heavily today, and Li Qing climbed the Broken Cliff alone. Looking back at the human world, punching through the void. Not to become an immortal, but to tell future generations: If a warrior does not kneel, the world can be broken.