The Indestructible Mountain Lord

Internally, he cultivates the Nine Yang Qi; externally, he tempers his Adamantine bones. With the Nine-Ringed Golden Saber in hand, heads roll with a mere wave.

The Great Mountain Lord, Jiang Dali, sits majestically on a carved rosewood armchair. Beneath his tiger-skin coat, his muscles bulge with strength - hard, domineering, and radiating raw power.

His gaze is cold and composed as he observes the newly recruited players on either side.

Flattering words pour endlessly from these leeks.

"Great Mountain Lord, mighty and valiant! Invincible to blades and impervious to spears, please impart your martial arts to this humble one!"

"Mountain Lord, can sensitive skin practice the Iron Cloth Skill?"

"Brother, less talk, more action. The Great Mountain Lord is known for his ruthlessness."

A player, recently revived from the City God Temple, laments with a mournful face, "Like me, at first, I didn't understand the meaning of his words; the second time, I was already a soul under his blade. The Great Mountain Lord is a man of his word. Ask a second time, and he sends you on your way. I have no FK to say."

The synopsis is just a rough sketch. In short, it's about a powerful man who trains his muscles and wields a great saber, forging his path through the martial world. No female lead, domineering and decisive, a revolving door of players facing an unyielding BOSS...