Urban Rebirth: Women, Don’t Get in the Way of My Cultivation

In my previous life, I was blinded by love. My fiancée took all my wealth, then ran me through the heart with a sword. Reborn, I wield a blade, not my heart. I walk the path of slaughter to prove my Dao and become an emperor. My fiancée kneels in the rain, begging me to take her back? With one slash, I sever our bond, and the rain reverses into a sky full of swords! The nation’s goddess forces me to marry her on a livestream? Her hair turns white strand by strand as countless sword auras hang upside down in the sky! When the goddess of the Ninth Heaven asks me with tearful eyes, “Is there truly no room for tenderness on the path to immortality?” I shatter the void, and three thousand stars go dark behind me. “In this life, I prove my Dao through slaughter.” “Love is too slight a thing to bear the weight of my karma.”