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
“I will help you to get far within the true Iron Body Forging Sect and you, in return, will do everything in your power to destroy that boy. Nod if you understand.”
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Gang Heng madly nodded. He nodded for all the times he never nodded before. He nodded for anyone who was unable to nod themselves.
Heck! He nodded for all the nods that were never nodded.
There weren’t many people who knew who or what the Di Ming were, but he did to some extent, and what he knew terrified him.
Even though he was merely an outer sect elder, he was an outer sect elder of the Iron Body Forging Sect. Its long history stretched back thousands of years. Yet, not even a goliath at this level would easily offend an existence like a Di Ming.
“Good stuff, young one.” The Di Ming smiled that same creepy smile as he referred to the outer sect elder the same way he did Long Di.
Obviously, the difference in age between them didn’t hold a candle when compared to his own, so there were no qualms for him there.
Gang Heng wanted to speak, evident by his stuttering lips, but he didn’t dare to without the permission of the ruler of his life and death.
“Be calm when you speak to me. Go on,” was all the Di Ming advised before it gave the stage to Gang Heng.
“L-Lord Di M-Ming sir, we, uhm, we—”
One of the Di Ming’s nails danced precariously around Gang Heng’s neck. “My apologies, young one. You see, I get quite bored when nothing productive is taking place and I am quite deadly when it comes to killing time and other things. Might I implore you to hurry along? I am quite busy”
The Di Ming’s meaning was quite clear. Even though it perfectly understood Gang Heng’s fear, the latter’s inability to speak clearly was beginning to grate on its nerves, especially when it was he who wished to say something.
Gang Heng took deep breaths and tried his best to push his fear to the back of his mind. “Lord Di Ming, I just wanted to let you know that all the seats within the Iron Body Sect are filled. Disregarding the fact that I am no match for the two lowest level sea
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