The Way God

Swordsmanship genius, reincarnation, the destruction of dynasties, sweeping across the four corners

The Emperor of Repair, unparalleled in physical form, single-handedly contends with divine weapons, a single sword radiating cold light across millions of realms

For brothers, to stand by each other through thick and thin, to face fire and mountains of knives, to share heart and soul with one another

For the beauty, to conquer the world, blood stains the vast lands, unwavering until death

In the midst of blood and storm, with a faint smile and raised brow, I brandish my sword and challenge the heroes of the world: who dares to fight me?

The eagle descends the mountain, the fierce tiger soars into the sky; who holds the fate of the world? Only I, the Dao God! Your life is determined by me, not by heaven; your destruction is but a mere wave of my hand