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 Soul', he vowed to forge his own myth!

Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Zhao Zhi was about to take action in fury when he saw his sister being hit.


"Stop, take this for your sister to eat, she will recover quickly."


Ling Xiao stopped Zhao Zhi, handing him an Injury Healing Pill.


These pills were concocted from the herbs plundered from Phoenix God College; they didn't cost any money, so he could use them as he pleased and even concoct them anytime, anywhere.


But their effects were better than any Injury Healing Pill on the market.


Zhao Zhi took the pill, hurried over to help Zhao Ci up, and fed her the medicine.


Ling Xiao then looked indifferently towards Wan Qiu Feng.


This person moved very quickly from the start to the completion of the attack, and his strength was clearly much stronger than that of Blood Skeleton, even a bit stronger than Ximen Bu Mie.


If Zhao Ci hadn't been killed by the palm strike, it truly was because she had been tirelessly training every day.


Chapter 1029: Severing Your Arm