Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Xiannu Liang stared at Long Di in a new light when she saw this, “D-Did you kill him!?”
“Define kill.”
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Xiannu Liang grew annoyed. Was he serious!?
“I mean—”
“Hold that thought,” Long Di interrupted her.
Krrrsh!
Without warning, the lightning spear materialised in his palm once more. His spiritual force dived before he fired the spear into the rubble where the disciple from before landed.
As soon as the spear arrived, Long Di clenched his fist, causing the lightning spear to burst apart.
Bam!
The spear exploded, blasting the rubble apart and whatever poor soul that was buried underneath.
“D-Did you need to further desecrate his body like that?” Jia Yan asked, in an unsettled tone.
“That’s the problem,” Long Di answered. “I don’t care much for bodies. I prefer a corpse.”
Hearing this, everyone was relieved. This meant that Long Di wasn’t going overboard, but was rather finishing off an enemy who was still alive. After all, they would never leave him, but travelling with someone who mutilated his defeated opponents’ bodies wouldn’t sit well with them.
“Why did you stop me from acting?” Shen Ling finally asked.
Shen Ling was referring to the time she was circulating her spiritual essence to wreck the shit of the disciple that held her wrist.
At that time, before anything further came from it, she simply held herself back. However, this was due to Long Di telling her to back down.
Taking out a handkerchief, he explained. “I would rather you use your abilities when we’re under less… observation.”
Yaomu Shou reddened with shame when she heard this. “I-I would ne—”
“You have nothing to feel bad about, and you’re not who I have reservations against. It’s your babysitters, they’re a tad heavy-handed if nothing else,” he explained.
“They won’t act carelessly like that again,” she quickly explained. “So you can do as you please.”
“Still…” he turned his attention back to Shen Ling as he wiped her hand clean with the handkerchief. “It seems that anyone with historical knowledge will take you for that race, so maybe lay off
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