Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
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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