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
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
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
The entire dueling ring was shocked silent.
For many of these people, this was their first time seeing the Divine Might of the Great Desolate bloodline unleashed.
The instant the bloodline’s power activated, the shock and pressure everyone felt was imprinted indelibly in their memory for all their life, unforgettable.
Through the reports of these people, the legendary Great Desolate bloodline would continue to affect others, slowly becoming a mythological existence.
More accurately, during the Great Desolate Eon, ten thousand races vied with each other. The ancestors of these ten thousand races were all descendants of the Primal Chaos God Demons from the Mythological Eon. Describing their bloodlines as mythological was no exaggeration, even though the pure-blooded Great Desolate bloodlines no longer existed in this age…except for the Golden Crow.
“Thump! Thump!”
The hearts of all the cultivators of the various sects and the pirates in the dueling ring pounded loudly and rapidly.
Something soul-deep in their blood made them tremble.
With the agitation of the two Great Desolate bloodlines, the weaker cultivators could not hold on, getting firmly suppressed on the ground, unable to get back up.
They were like worshippers prostrating themselves in reverence.
Furthermore, these were just bloodlines of the Great Desolate Eon’s ten thousand races and not the strongest hundred races.
During the Great Desolate Eon, ten thousand races fought each other, and the strongest hundred races emerged, smoothing the transition to the Epoch Eon. Their bloodlines were even purer, and the power they inherited was even stronger and long-lasting.
Xiao Chen felt shocked in his heart. However, he was not shocked at the Great Desolate bloodlines in the two’s bodies.
Instead, he was shocked at the combat prowess the other party instantly unleashed when they activated their bloodline power at will.
Xiao Chen could feel the strength of his Azure Dragon bloodline. This was especially so after his body underwent repetitive cleansing; his bloodlin
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