Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 894 - Primordial Dragonoid's Might
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 751- I didn't bring money
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 773: Celebration
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 202 - Prerequisite Mission Of The True Fire God's Palace
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.03 - Northern District's Mist
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 263: You Betrayed Me
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.1: Clearwater Mountain - Part 1
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 246.2: Prosperity, Report to My Room Tonight… (2)
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 927: Hell in Immortal Pharma
Chapter 1164: The Caliph's Fury!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Boom! The Arab noble had barely spoken when a golden boot suddenly stomped down. As everyone watched with reverential gazes, Mutasim III stood up from his throne. At that moment, the entire world seemed to shake and sway, the grandiose city of Baghdad unable to bear the weight of this power.
"We will not be threatened by anyone! Even if all the cities of the east are destroyed and their people slaughtered, We will never accept such extortion from an eastern madman! Let him come to take the one billion taels of gold himself! Even if We must pay the price of half the city, We still wish to personally tear his corpse to pieces!"
Mutasim III could no longer restrain his rage, and his eyes were like lightning bolts, shining with intimidating light. In the face of the enraged Caliph, everyone fell silent, none of them daring to say a word.
In the Arabian Empire, the Caliph's words were absolute. Once he made a decision, no one dared to try to stop him or defy him.
Just when the temperature had reached freezing point, a hoarse and mysterious voice came from outside, echoing within the hall. "If I were Your Majesty, I would send those one billion taels of gold!"
The sound of this voice caused everyone to shudder. No one had expected that someone would speak up at this moment, daring to provoke the Caliph's wrath.
But a moment later, just when everyone was shocked at the daring of this mysterious individual, there was a flash of light, and then a long shadow was cast into the hall.
At some point, a tall and black-robed figure had appeared at the entrance to the hall. His pitch-black and wide robe was embroidered with mysterious characters made of golden thread.
"High, High Priest!!"
An Arab noble trembled at the sight of this figure, his eyes going wide. No one had expected that the mysterious person who had dared to oppose the Caliph was that most enigmatic individual of the Arabian Empire, the wielder of divine authority, the High Pri
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