10,000 Years In A Cultivation Sect: I Obtained A Powerful Technique From The Start - Chapter 461 - King Saint Imprint, 30 Years Later

“Brother Zhong, I don’t want to shoot this drama anymore.” A well-known female star looked aggrieved.

“Why?” Yin Xiaozhong leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed.

“That director always took advantage of me, and didn’t direct the filming well at all.” The female star lowered her head and said softly.

Yin Xiaozhong nodded and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, “Go and rest first, I’ll take care of this.”

the next day

News headlines: A well-known director accidentally fell from the balcony of a hotel after being drunk, causing his head to crash into a coma, and his legs were fractured. He is now out of danger…

- Description from novelbuddy

What is a genius? Capable of comprehending any battle skill regardless of the skill itself and sweeping away the bottlenecks while cultivating a new technique; this is a true genius! He Yiming was originally an ordinary youngster in the He family’s estate with not too extraordinary aptitude in learning martial arts.

However, after a fortuitous encounter, this ordinary youngster became what people refer to as genius in a single leap. Possessing an aptitude for learning martial arts which would leave people in awe, regardless of whether it’s his clan’s Houtian Scripture of Five Phases or various Xiantian scriptures of legends. Regardless of whether it’s mental techniques or battle skills, he can comprehend them all in their entirety at a frightening speed. Martial God, with martial as its name, using the most simple and direct approach, thrives!

- Description from Novelupdates

When we met for the first time in our first year of high school, he saw my contempt, but silently continued to clean;

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.