King of Torch

A false Sword Saint: Faintly discernible Martial Art and a matchless Sword Art. Killing one man with every ten steps, no traces left behind in ten miles.
A genuine Sword Saint: A deep and resounding bloodline, peerless strength, an inexhaustible power and one chop to destroy the world. 
This is the story of a Swords Saint taking the path of a tank who cuts everything down on his path. 

Sword Saints Should Go Tank

     Pitch-black flames, searing hot saw axes, and The Wailing Souls of the wicked.


  This was the image of the black rope Hell of the eight fires entering the human world, and the black rope heavenly Dipper light King, set off by the flames of hell and the torture tools, was as majestic as a God, and high and mighty.


  When hell appeared and the incarnation of Wisdom King looked at the Cyclops, the trial began.


  Under the gaze of Wisdom King, the 'sins' of the demon Eye, the death Crow and the Cyclops were presented to Lu Chen one by one.


  Every time a sin was born, a black line would be engraved on the soul of the one-eyed giant.


  That was how it should have been, but the Son of God recognized by the perfect blood was different. It had absorbed the blood essence of too many powerful creatures. Although it had temporarily split up because the clones it had created were too strong, the temporary unification of the three clones had caused a qualitative change.


Awakening the hell Bloodfiend!