Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 349: Feng Shui
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 435: Eat!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1358- One versus six
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1033: Void Stone
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1357- So few people?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 694: He Has Always Been a Good Person
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 434: Hostages
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1356- Mixed Blood
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1032: Prolonged Battle
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1355.5- Not here so I will snatch (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 394 - The Fruit That Enhances Perception
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 62.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 693.2: Idiots, All Idiots - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3871: Thoughts
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 348: Fate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 433: Enemies and Friends
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1355- Not here so I will snatch
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1031: Whiteface
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Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3875: Both Dead (Teaser)
“How audacious. Looks like you’re tired of living since you’re opposing our Immortal Feather sect.”
The two great elders of the Immortal Feather sect responded rapidly. After a violent bellow, they took action decisively. Energy surged out from their bodies as immortal feather armour appeared, radiating with the pressure of medium quality god artifacts. Afterwards, they formed seals with their hands. As a profound power emerged, a meteor rapidly took shape in front of one of them, hurtling towards Jian Chen with heavy pressure.
The meteor only seemed to be the size of a head, but the tremendous presence it gave off was comparable to a huge planet at least.
The other great elder used a secret technique to condense a pure-white feather. As it dazzled with light, it was possible to vaguely make out the patterns of ways on it. It seemed to outline the order of the world, which was highly profound.
With a swish, the feather flew out. It seemed to bypass all notions of distance, arriving instantly with terrifying killing intent.
It had to b
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