The first time Yan Zhaoge crossed worlds, he landed in a martial warrior civilization that was at the peak of prosperity. He ended up in the book storage building of the the Divine Palace, which collected and preserved the classics of the entire world from all fields of knowledge. However, a world class calamity struck soon after and even the Divine Palace was destroyed. Yan Zhaoge's soul once again crossed over, but this time he arrived in the same world, except countless years have passed. With his brain full of rare books and classics from the era of peak prosperity, Yan Zhaoge's second crossing over to the present era was like a gamer who was used to playing hell mode suddenly finding himself playing the game on easy. That was just way too awesome. But before that, he needs to fix a certain problem. “I'm not a main character? In fact, I'm actually the the main character's love rival and the antagonistic Mr. Perfect senior martial brother? This script is wrong!”

The Strongest Senior Brother In History

Facing Pan Botai's attack, Shi Tie sucked in a deep breath. 


Clenching both fists tight, he retracted his left fist to his waist, his right fist hitting forward slowly. 


The heavenly altar of symbol arrays enveloping him had already been condensed to its maximum level, now almost of the same size as Shi Tie himself. 


In comparison to the radiant sun descending from the sky overhead, it was literally small to the point that there was no basis for comparison. 


As Shi Tie's fist struck out slowly, in the midst of battle, it seemed just so out of tune with the pressing situation that he was currently in. 


This strange feeling of incompatibility would leave onlookers weirded out to the point of wanting to vomit blood. 


His fist seemed to be bearing the load of thousands, tens of thousands of huge mountains, heavy and dense to their utmost, breaking point, with the slowness of an old cow pulling a car. 


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