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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
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
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.