Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
“What do we do now? These two don’t know anything.”
Deep in the valley was a group of cultivators wearing black robes along with masks to mask their identities. In the middle was a steel cage that held the two missing male disciples, Tie Lang, and the normally reticent Jia Yan.
Their faces were filled with fear and confusion once again. This was the second time in a short span of time that they’ve been kidnapped!
It was almost as if their lives were given a bit more importance due to the arrival of something and that it was using them as side characters to magnify the importance of that something.
“Don’t worry, the other disciples are somewhere in the valley as well. All we need to do is to watch out for the human, he’s the one we want, anyway. Besides, we have the Bronze Seat with us. What do we need to fear?”
Mentioning this, all the cultivators turned to the back where there sat a figure with his eyes closed, another figure in black seemingly detached from the rest in both behaviour and demeanour.
He wore a mask like the rest, but his was different as it was completely bronze and meant to signify his status more than anything else.
His cultivation base couldn’t be felt by any of them, but the aura that he released alone told them that his power was unfathomable.
Their expressions were filled with fear and respect as they stared at him.
“So what do we do now? Do we go after the rest of them?” One person asked.
“Yes, but we can’t be carele—”
Suddenly, the Bronze Seat’s eyes flashed open in slight surprise.
“Interesting, they’ve come of their own volition and what an interesting development we have here as well.”
These were the first words that this Bronze Seat spoke since he’s been here, causing a hush to fall over the conversation that the others were having.
His voice sounded like metal grinding on metal, extremely uncomfortable to the ears.
As soon as he said this, a ruffle came from the bushes nearby and out came two figures. One of them had tears streaming down her face while the other appeared indignant with
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