Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
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
The quick death of the white-haired old man frightened Ouyang Long, who was on the ground. As he looked at the white-clad Xiao Chen under the moonlight, he noticed the high-level air of a grandmaster coming from him.
“The air of a grandmaster! When did he advance to grandmaster-level Martial Sage? Wait, that’s not right. His cultivation is far from it; he is not a grandmaster-level Martial Sage yet.”
Ouyang Long did not dare to continue thinking. Disregarding the other Purple Night Sword Sect disciples, he turned to flee.
With a thought, the bright moon in the sky slowly faded. Xiao Chen looked at the fleeing Ouyang Long, a murderous intent flashing across his face.
Xiao Chen stood on two lightning dragons and gave pursuit in a flash.
The purple Lightning Talisman in his sea of consciousness spun continuously. The might of his will supported the lightning dragons underfoot.
Xiao Chen looked like he was standing on a lightning river, merging with the electricity. He was startlingly fast; after accelerating for a moment, he caught up with the injured Ouyang Long.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Ouyang Long no longer had a sword in his hand. Furthermore, he was injured. How could he possibly block Xiao Chen? In less than ten moves, Xiao Chen knocked him to the ground, reducing him to a feeble state.
“Cough! Cough! Xiao Chen, don’t be so happy too soon. This time, not only will you not be able to get to the King conferral ceremony, but you can also forget about living.”
Ouyang Long knew that he would die for sure. So he roared in desperation, “You will definitely die on the way—”
Not waiting for Ouyang Long to finish, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, and a saber light flashed. A bloody hole appeared in Ouyang Long’s forehead, leaving him with no chance of survival.
Xiao Chen retrieved the spatial ring in the air and weighed it in his hand for a moment before placing it into the Universe Ring.
Ouyang Long’s dying worlds resounded in Xiao Chen’s head. You walk a path of death. A path of death.
Xiao Chen looked into the distance in
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