Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
“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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