Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
“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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