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 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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
However, when Xiao Chen looked up at the starry heavens, the infinite number of stars, and the resplendent blazing sun, he realized that all these things would eventually come to an end as well.
In the past, Cui Hao had also been famous and glorious. However, in a mere ten years, he fell into obscurity, his fame faded away with the wind.
What did he, Xiao Chen, count for? Even if he climbed to the peak of the great Dao, when time passed, after several tens of thousands of years, someone would eventually surpass him.
The river rushed on; the waves were merciless. No one could stand at the peak forever. The peak was meant to be surmounted.
After Xiao Chen took in the starry heavens, his eyes cleared and brightened.
I don’t care what people think of me ten thousand years later. I will just do my best in this age, climbing to the peak and fighting to be the best, dying without regrets.
On the second day, the Vice Palace Master came out from the black forest. When he returned, he exuded a heavy blood scent.
The cultivators resting with their eyes closed or idly chatting all turned grave. They knew that their experiential training was truly about to start.
The experiential training of the Heavenly Battle Palace had always been cruel. The Vice Palace Masters would not make a move to help. Everyone had to rely on themselves to deal with the danger they faced.
Of course, an exception was made for Astral Beasts that could instant-kill these cultivators.
Only through this cruel free-for-all without any assistance could one compel their potential to manifest and achieve the objective of the experiential training.
Otherwise, if everyone knew there was no threat of death, they would feel that they had room to maneuver and would fail to bring out their full potential.
“I already killed all the Rank 3 Astral Beasts. I also killed some of the peak Rank 2 Astral Beasts that could instant-kill you all. The remaining is up to yourselves,” the Vice Palace Master said in a grave tone as he eyed the group of fifty-odd disciples.
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