No one has ever fought against a country-level giant beast with sheer physical power, and Zhao Qingzhou was the first in Qin Country to do so.
From then on, the martial arts realm was boundless.
Seven days later.
Zhao Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes. The room was silent, with no one else inside. His gaze shifted and landed on the elderly man sitting beside him, eating an apple in an unremarkable manner, causing his pupils to involuntarily contract.
He had already surpassed the True Gang Realm, becoming the first in martial arts history. However, at this moment, why could he still not fathom the depths of this "Martial Master"?
The Martial Master should be nearing two hundred years old by now, right?
The master and disciple duo fell into silence, the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
Zhao Qingzhou had been recuperating for days, and the curiosity and doubts in his heart grew wild like weeds. At last, he could no longer hold back and asked, "Martial Master, who exactly are you?"
