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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the third month of the year in Changping Prefecture, the spring breeze was tinged with a hint of cold.
The air had that slight chill that, while lacking the bite of winter, carried that penetrating moisture unique to spring.
As usual, Er Hu pushed open the gates to the mansion and began to sweep the area in front of the gate with a large broom.
The frank and honest youth had grown into a healthy and strong young man. While his face couldn't be considered handsome, the tough lines carved onto his face made him exude the aura of a real man.
Although he was just sweeping the ground, he did so with deep earnestness, a system and purpose to every stroke.
If one looked carefully, one would realize that this broom wasn't even touching the ground, or even touching dust. There was an invisible barrier around the broom that isolated it from the dust.
A few moments later, Er Hu finished sweeping the ground. He looked up at the sky, but after failing to see the figure he was looking for, he sighed and headed back inside.
Passing through the long corridors, Er Hu returned to his own courtyard.
He took in a deep breath and started to practice his punches.
This was a set of movements known as the Vajra Tiger-Conquering Fist, a fearsome and tough technique designed to toughen the bones and temper the constitution, while also being very practical in combat.
Er Hu had been cultivating this fist art for more than a year and was extremely familiar with it, but for some reason, he felt like he was lacking a little something.
As he circulated his energy and performed the 36th punch, the Crazy Tiger Subduer, he felt like his energy couldn't keep up, and his body swayed, almost falling over.
"It's still not working!" Er Hu yelled in frustration as he plopped onto the ground.
Sensing someone behind him, Er Hu turned and saw a person covered entirely in a black cloak standing nearby, their face covered by a crimson mask.
Er Hu exhaled in relief. "So it was Sir Ghost? You
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Human territory is too small for Tang Jie. There's not enough prey for him to hunt.