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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
When Tang Jie woke up, the sky was brightening.
Little Yiyi had exhausted herself from crying and had fallen asleep next to him.
Looking at the debris scattered across the ground, Tang Jie felt speechless.
He now understood what the Weapon Mantra was really about.
His one finger thrust from last night had almost drained him of all his strength.
If he hadn't been cultivating the Visceral Manifestation Classic for three years, improving his constitution to a far higher level than an ordinary person's, this one finger might have crippled him.
And it was also a good thing that he had targeted a spell weapon. An art relic probably would have cost him his life.
The night had passed, and Tang Jie still felt dizzy, his footsteps heavy. It felt like he had just spent a wild night with a dozen girls.
It was no wonder the Martial Lord had required a powerful constitution. With his current constitution, he would probably need seven or eight days to recover.
But… why did it feel like something wasn't right?
Tang Jie glanced at the debris on the ground.
Shit!
He destroyed a low-ranked spell weapon just like that?
Though he wouldn't have been able to use the Violet Flame Sword himself, it was still a spell weapon that he could have sold for a lot of spirit coins.
Tang Jie's heart twisted in pain as he realized that he had destroyed nearly one thousand spirit coins last night.
As he began to clean up the pile of metal shards, he discovered a golden light flashing in the debris.
He squatted down, pushed aside the metal, and found a little golden speck.
He gently picked it up and found that this golden speck seemed to have some sort of connection to him. With a single thought, the golden speck flew up and began to circle around his body.
With a wave of his hand, the golden speck seeped into his body, and as it flowed through his blood energy, Tang Jie sensed that he could release this golden speck whenever he wanted.
He recalled the scene where the Martial Lord had exhibited his divine might. With a single
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