The Faller: Why Do I Become Weaker as I Fight Even Though I Am the Strongest?

"Zhao'er, don't be afraid." Four hundred years later, Lin Zhao stood in front of her again. Shen Qingshuang, a girl with intact sword bones and proud eyebrows who didn't know him yet, was drawing her sword coldly: "If you follow me again, I will kill you." "Mom..." "Who is your mother, you bastard!!" Lin Zhao knew every bad ending she had. He came with the corpses of the entire era four hundred years later on his back, and the arsenal of the dead world burned in the sea of consciousness—Taixu Sword Technique, the Forbidden Magic Technique, and the Finger of Divine Transformation. He could borrow everything and didn't have to pay anything back... He looked at the pretty and proud girl, his heart softened, but there was a nonchalant smile on his face. "It's okay... I admit my mistake." "Don't follow me!!!" "Bonus on the road." "Don't follow me!!" One day, "I have a destined person." The young girl Shen Qingshuang glanced at the bullshit plaster and confided, "I have never seen the person chosen by heaven. Why?" Lin Zhao thought for a while, his mother was really willful. He pursed his lips and smiled, "Who dares to stop you from making your own choice? Damn your life, right?" "Yes," Shen Qingshuang was slightly stunned, glanced away, and smiled. He hit him on the chest gently but not hard and said, "Smooth-tongued. You are quite clever." "I don't want others to pick and choose what suits my taste, I want to choose it myself!"