Douluo: My Martial Spirit Is a Curse

My martial spirit is very strong, so strong that I am afraid of myself. Because once it is turned on, it must feed on my flesh and blood, and it will not stop until it eats me completely. My other right hand was able to force it to stop. But the price is - the hand will also be destroyed along with it. Everyone thought I wouldn't live long. Until I created my own inversion technique and grew back my lost arms. Since then, I have never been afraid of anyone in a fight. ——Including the one named Tang San. But what they didn't know was that on the day I became a god, a sword nailed me to the ground, and I slept for fourteen thousand years. When he woke up again, it was a blond girl who exploded the seal. She asked me: "Who are you?" I also want to ask. These days, does anyone dare to explode?