Martial Sovereign of the Turbulent World

In the third year of the Great Xin Republic, the political situation was collapsing.The Southern Government was newly established, while the Northern Warlords were engaged in separatist warfare.This was an era where firearms vied with sinew and bone, where rebel factions and evil spirits danced together—beneath the revolutionary undercurrents, folk cults proliferated, alongside Military Martial Arts, Demon Fiends, strange beasts, and mechanized iron bodies...A torrential, rainy night in the Shenghai Concession.Fu Juemin stood amidst the ruins of a collapsed giant mansion, slowly withdrawing his hands, inch by inch, from the chest of a five-meter-tall, white-headed, bare-footed, ape-like monstrosity before him.Bloody water, mixed with rainwater, dripped from his fingertips.“A primordial relict, a scourge upon the living.”“By devouring the Soul Seed of this strange beast, which contains a trace of the Zhu Yan bloodline, the final beast of my [Mythical Five Beasts Arts] should finally be completed...”