Thousand miles of dust

He was an orphan with mediocre aptitude and a humble background.
Through perseverance and an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity, he practiced cultivation desperately.
By a stroke of luck, he awakened the Ancient Martial Soul, long extinct in this world, and from that moment on, his rise was unstoppable, like a comet soaring high, embarking on a cultivation journey to dominate the world.
Starting as a beggar who was bullied by others, he began to shine with each step, entering into an era of chaos where Sects are numerous, talents abound, the Ten Thousand Clans vie for power, and human heroes emerge one after another in a vast and magnificent world.
With the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit, he vowed to forge his own myth!

Sky Ruler Martial Spirit

Xu Ying nodded, then turned to look at Ling Xiao, her eyes seething with venomous resentment and coldness.


Ling Xiao merely glanced at her indifferently, without saying a word.


His battle with Zuo Leng was an open and fair fight, devoid of ambushes and deceit; moreover, it took place on the Cliff of Life and Death where they even signed a life-and-death contract.


The other party wanted to kill him, but instead, he was the one to turn the tables and kill his opponent. He felt neither a shred of guilt nor any sympathy.


Xu Ying's words were very direct, devoid of any subtlety.


"Zuo Leng once said the same, yet he is the one in the coffin, not me."


His current targets were no longer so-called geniuses like Minɡ Tian, Xu Ying, and Zhao Zhi.


It was the previous generation of talents like Hei Suo and the Demonflame Celestial he was aiming to surpass.


Chapter 242 Prince Zhao Zhi_1