Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Even the Buddhist pendant was so stressed that cracks appeared. Xiao Chen definitely could not avoid this. He could only face it head-on to find a chance to survive.
That was right. Even after handing everything over, Xiao Chen did not just keel over and accept his fate.
As long as there was a chance, he would do his best to fight for it. He would not give in. In his personal philosophy, no threat was undefeatable.
The black lotus mark on Xiao Chen’s chest made him feel that the other party was getting closer.
After a while, Xiao Chen raised his head and saw a black ship stopped in front.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Eight or nine figures leaped from the ship, crowding around a middle-aged monk wearing a kasaya over gray monk robes. Then, they flew towards Xiao Chen.
These figures landed on the surface of the sea, and a black lotus appeared to carry this group of people.
Like fleeting light, this group arrived before Xiao Chen in the blink of an eye.
A soul-deep pressure pressed down. The middle-aged monk wearing the kasaya raised his head and locked his gaze on to Xiao Chen.
“Whoosh!” The middle-aged monk’s sharp gaze was like a sword light moving even faster than lightning, nearly arriving in an instant.
This gaze kicked up a strong wind and waves around Xiao Chen.
For Xiao Chen, it felt like time slowed. He could see every drop of water from the splashes. He could see a sharp light flying quickly at him.
In the time it took for a spark to fly, Xiao Chen turned his head and dodged this sharp light.
In that instant, Xiao Chen’s long hair fluttered about for no apparent reason, and a strand of his fine black hair slowly fell.
The short probe ended in the time it took for a breath. That middle-aged monk asked somewhat uncertainly, “Xiao Chen?”
Xiao Chen did not say anything. Based on the information he obtained, this middle-aged monk before him should be one of the four Protectors under the banner of the Black Lotus Church’s Church Master.
As for those black-clad arhats, Xiao Chen was already rather familiar with them.
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