Yidam Of Poem And Distant

Qin Bei had been defending his country's border for the past six years. Unfortunately, someone had inserted a chip into him to control his memories and emotion, hoping that he would become a tool of war without any emotions. Because of that chip, he could not remember his past.
However, the chip was removed by chance and he remembered his family who was left behind in his homeland. When he heard the news about his wife being forced to marry another man, his son being bullied, and his achievements claimed away by his cousin, he was blinded by rage.
He returned home alone. The path he took following that was covered in blood. The enraged War God had slaughtered all three family clans that had betrayed him.

Heavenly War God

  Nangong xuedao's aged face was expressionless, but the corners of his mouth slowly rose.


  "The wind and clouds of the world come from our generation! Once you enter the pugilistic world, time will rush!"


  "Imperial hegemony is laughing and chatting! I can't be drunk in the world!"


  Nangong xuedao sighed as he sat in his wheelchair. Decades had passed, and the experts of the younger generation had emerged one after another!


  "He hasn't fought in nearly a hundred years! The world may have forgotten the name of my Nangong blood saber!"


  As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Xue Dao's palms shook, and the wheelchair he was sitting on turned into dust in an instant!


  Nangong xuedao's entire body rose into the air. His body leaned forward like a Ninja from an anime. Then, he charged toward Qin bei with a ghostly speed!


  The moment Nangong xuedao approached Qin bei, he lifted up his mink coat!


Millions of dead souls under my blade (1)