Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3797: Honesty
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1022- Centaur Slash
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 241: Serious Symptom
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 161: Asumu
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1021- White Jade Centaur
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 879: Nearby Horizon
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 279 - If It Happens Again, You'll Lose That Eye Of Yours
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 661 - Reaping What One Has Sown
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 542: There Are Really Friends in a Distant Land
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3796: The Materials Gathered
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 192: Inevitable Downfall
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1020- So that was the case
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 240: Relationship
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1019- Afterlife Clip
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 160: Revenge
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 878: Hourglass
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 278 - Protect Lin Moyu!
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Maybe they were tired, or they were studying some strategy. There might have been a fight, too. Anyways, no matter what, these people were sitting at the entrance. They turned to look at the three of them with disgust that even a three-year-old child could tell.
“You just came and want to kill steal?”
“That isn’t moral.”
“Damn, do you want to head to Free Competition?”
“Stand back, or don’t blame us for attacking you.”
These people probably thought the trio was here to snatch spoils, so they threatened them. They also didn’t think that these people who killed puppets outside were stronger than them.
Even if they were stronger, they couldn’t fight each other here.
Ye Zhongming didn’t even look at them. He glanced past them at a three-meter-wide tunnel.
Many puppets were standing there. On the ground were many puppet shrapnel and human corpses.
Ye Zhongming counted; as expected, those who died were here.
He looked forward and saw a stone platform at the end. On it was a box that had a copper lock.
No wonder these people weren’t willing
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