Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King - Chapter 302: [DD2]:

In this era filled with countless wonderful talents, no one has any expectations for a pair of weak fists anymore!In the human world, there are swords that surpass all the heavens, spears that sweep away thousands of armies, fires that burn everything, and thunder that shatters the sky!Young people have too many choices, and everyone will move towards the most handsome, coolest, and most powerful!Only the stubborn boy chose to practice the fragile fists in front of him.Everyone thought he was crazy until the disaster struck.

The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, thousands of miles of fertile land are barren

Look at the world, make all the hustlers, and make up for the incompleteness of heaven

Good man, don’t be parents, only for the common people, not for the Lord

Holding ninety-nine steel knives, killing Hu Erfang

I am a dignified man, why am I a barbarian as a horse and an ox

The strong man drank the wine in his bowl, and he traveled thousands of miles without looking back

The golden drums roared in unison, everyone roared, never breaking the Huanglong oath!

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In the eleventh year of the Shunzhi reign in the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, Zhou Shixiang, a Han from Xinhui in Guangdong, said, “My Han man will never be a slave!”

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