Infinite Rebound: The Legend of Adrian All Episodes

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."

On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."