Extraordinary Martial Arts: The Living Yama of the Mortal Realm!

After transmigrating, Zhao An saw two types of people in his eyes: villains with red names and good people with white names. "Heaven, please discern the loyal and the treacherous!" The victim knelt and cried, heartbroken and soul-wrenching, deeply moving. Zhao An punched their head, grabbed the evil soul, and refined it instantly. "If you have a red name, don't spout nonsense." Ordinary people practice martial arts, learning the basics in three to five years, achieving some success in over a decade, and only then, through lifelong, day-to-day effort, can they hope to reach martial perfection. Zhao An is different. His Soul Pool is filled to the brim with soul slaves, all his proxy trainers and beasts of burden. Peerless divine skills? If one soul slave can't finish practicing, then ten or a hundred will practice together. He doesn't want heaven's reward for diligence, nor does he want years of secluded cultivation. Zhao An only wants rapid martial arts mastery, and then to smash more villains' dog heads! If his cultivation is insufficient, his aptitude lacking, he'll directly use Merit Wishing. One point of good merit, wish for martial arts...