Douluo: Return of the God King

The enemy from outside the world broke through the boundary and came. He guarded the Tianmen alone for three days and nights with the Seven Killing Sword. He died of exhaustion. The soul was sealed into the sword grid, and the sword body fell into the cold pool behind the Haotian Sect, sinking for three hundred years. Three hundred years later, a six-year-old orphan from the outer sect knelt beside the pool and woke up. The sword screamed three hundred times, and the cold pool split from it. He opened his eyes and remembered everything. Innate ninth level soul power, twin martial souls. The Seven Killing Sword broke through all kinds of magic, and all six floors of the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda were illuminated. The Qibao Glazed Sect has not reached a height that it has not reached in a thousand years of cultivation, and he has been standing there since he was six years old. On the day of breaking off the engagement, he came to the house alone. The Nine Treasure Pagoda hangs in the palm of the hand, and Ning Fengzhi personally welcomes him down the mountain. "What I didn't want back then," he said, "does it still deserve it now?" The young master of Qibao Glazed Sect's eyes turned red from crying as he turned away. He never looks back to regret. Shrek entered school, and Boss Dai lay on the ground for thirty seconds. In the finals of the All-Continental Elite Tournament, the Seven Killing Sword was officially unsheathed, crushing the title dream of the golden generation of Wuhun Palace with one sword. On the day when three thousand people from Wuhun Hall surrounded the school, he asked the dean: "How many people are left in the main hall?" Law enforcement tokens were thrown into the sky. The Haotian Sect Master, who had not been born for three hundred years, knelt outside the mountain gate, the orphan Lan Dian clenched his fists, and the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda stood at the foot of the mountain for two hours. He entered Wuhun City alone, his sword held three inches in front of the Pope's throat. "The oath made three hundred years ago is still there." Overnight, Wuhun Palace dispersed. Everyone thought he would return to the throne. But he only returned to the back mountain to open a sect, accept disciples, and occasionally go down to see old friends.