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
Experts!
These were true assassination experts. This sort of group required at least ten years, possibly even several decades, to develop such rapport with each other.
Moreover, it required the investment of countless resources. Just simply based on these eighteen people, an unfathomably large faction lay behind them.
Nurturing eighteen people like this required even more resources—countless times more—than hiring a Star Venerate expert.
Resources had a price, but time was priceless.
Not everyone had the ability to spend more than ten-odd years to nurture such deathsworn warriors.
There had to be a huge faction behind these people, with specialized people and teams to carry out systematic training.
Light and shadow flickered, shifting between black and white.
Countless sword shadows charged at Xiao Chen, stabbing at him, chopping down at him, or swinging left and right.
Up, down, left, right, front, and back—there was no gap in coverage.
“Dang! Dang! Dang!”
Xiao Chen drew his saber, and his feet did not move at all. He remained calm as the saber in his hand moved nonstop.
The saber and swords clashed, raising a constant clangor that sounded very startling.
This was like an inescapable net. The net of attacks, which did not let anything through, ended in the blink of an eye.
However, another wave of attacks soon followed, not giving one a chance to catch their breath.
Light and shadow filled the world. This three-dimensional formation filled with layers of sword images.
From an onlooker’s perspective, the sword images formed a huge ball.
After eighteen rounds, the images retracted with Xiao Chen entirely untouched.
After the half-year of experiential training, Xiao Chen’s saber skills already reached a whole new level.
With a wave of Xiao Chen’s hand, his saber light could easily encase a place. With one move, he could easily block multiple combined attacks.
However, the situation still did not look optimistic.
Xiao Chen felt that this complicated and profound formation was just the start. There were other more in
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