The Star Cup's top sixteen, the backdrop for the rise of the Ten Legends, master of Nanhuang Daoist School, the last glory of Heng Province Old Martial Sect, honorary member of Dongxia Martial Arts Association...
After a long string of titles, there was always that simple and unremarkable name.
Zhang Qiang!
The lifelong obsession of the white-haired elder was to let his ordinary name be engraved on the ancient heavenly path at the highest point of the Star Sea, proving its extraordinariness!
"Kid, don't be afraid, mere underlings, watch me slay them!"
The dry and small body was trembling as it left the wheelchair, the legs shaking uncontrollably like spasms.
At long last, he finally stood steady.
Qin Shi watched with a heart full of trepidation, unable to resist the urge to step forward and help, and then run away with the old man on his back.
