Soul Martial War God

Once a genius, he basked in endless glory; now a good-for-nothing, he suffers every hardship. Even when heaven and earth collapse, the ideals in his heart remain. Tragedy after tragedy cannot make him hesitate or turn back. The road ahead is winding and muddy, with thorns everywhere. Then he’ll fight his way through, drenched in blood! My fate is in my hands. What right do others have to interfere?