Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
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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