Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The aghast Ping Jingyue was unable to dodge Yang Zhiyuan's vicious palm, and immediately vomited blood. At the same time, Li Yijing and Liang Shengxian attacked her from the left and right, grabbing her arms so that she could not cast a spell. Yang Zhiyuan then waved a hand at her chest, and invisible spiritual power pulled a small Mustard Seed Bag from out of Ping Jingyue's clothes.
This abrupt development left Liu Hongyan's group dumbfounded.
"Yang Zhiyuan, you…" Ping Jingyue was so furious that her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
"My apologies," Yang Zhiyuan coldly said. "The Great Dao does not permit a merciful hand."
Cai Junyang frowned. "What are you three doing? Yang Zhiyuan, you were even saying such nice things about making sure to not hurt each other's feelings when fighting against each other."
Yang Zhiyuan laughed. "My ass! Cai Junyang, you idiot, you really think we won't hurt each other's feelings when we start fighting each other? There's only going to be one True Inheritor, and we're all going to be backstabbing each other in the bid to get it. How can you say that we won't hurt each other's feelings? Are you joking? Only naive fools like you and Ping Jingyue would believe such things."
Cai Junyang was dumbfounded by these words. Meanwhile, Yang Zhiyuan suddenly changed his tone and said, "Of course, back to the main topic, we agreed on what methods should be used. So long as we don't hurt each other's feelings, there's no need for all of you to get angry. Look here. I haven't gotten angry yet, so if Little Sis Jingyue is willing, I'm still willing to be her friend after she hands over the head."
"Yang Zhiyuan, you're dreaming!" Ping Jingyue roared.
"That's why I'm saying that the one hurting feelings isn't me, it's you guys. Not hurting each other's feelings… hmph, naive!" Yang Zhiyuan chortled as he withdrew with the Mustard Seed Bag.
Cai Junyang now grew visibly angry. "Good, good! Yang Zhiyuan, you've got guts! Even if the head was in that bag, do yo
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