With Bare Hands I Split the Dragon—truly, I am a Qi Cultivator

The heavens shattered, and all realms clashed.

A beam of light pierced through the universe, bringing Lu Ming to a strange place.

When he awoke, he discovered that he wasn't the only one brought there by the light. Modern people, ancient people, creatures existing only in human imagination, people from worlds never before heard of…

Taoist practices, martial arts, magic, battle qi...

Goblins, monsters, demons, ghosts...

Witnessing various paths of spiritual practice, always pursuing one's own path.

Surrounded by countless alien races, how can the human race of Kyushu rise to power?

A murderous aura surged behind Lu Ming as he uttered, word by word, "Only killing is possible!"

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If only I had the Heaven-Slaying Fist, I could split a dragon with my bare hands.

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From the beginning of my time, there have been benevolent rulers governing the world!

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I would rather bear a lifetime of infamy than see the people of the Nine Provinces reduced to poverty and destitution.

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Butcher? Tyrant? Let the whole world talk.

"Those who defy me will be killed!"

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One day, when the flames of war engulf the heavens and the universe, Lu Ming looked back at the battlefield and saw emperors, generals, and common people.

With a wave of his hand, he raised the banner of the Yanhuang people.