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
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
A streak of red light rushed into the air, ripping through the dark night. Murderousness swept out like furious gales.
Zhang Yuntian’s expression changed. That was from the Myriad Flower parlour’s direction. Had he run out of patience and turned against them? However, even when two supreme masters ventured inside earlier, something like this had not happened, so how did Zhang Xuanfeng anger him?
Li Qingshan had not been angered. What had been angered was the Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower. The murderousness she erupted with immediately turned the Myriad Flower parlour into an asura battlefield.
Everyone paled in shock. Some of them even wailed out in fear.
Yang Miaozhen could not maintain her composure either. She felt like an army was roaring through her head. Her body shook uncontrollably like a fallen leaf in the wind.
Many of the young masters and young heroes in the parlour hid beneath the tablets, unable to endure the terrifying murderousness.
Zhang Xuanfeng’s face paled. She could not help but take a step back, falling back on her bottom.
Li Qingshan reached behind him and grabbed the hilt of the blade. “C’mon, don’t be so agitated!” Only then did the violent murderousness ease up slightly. He said to Zhang Xuanfeng, “Little girl, you’re still not worthy enough to make me put my blade up as a wager!”
“Yes, I’m unworthy. Farewell. Sister Yang, take care.” Zhang Xuanfeng leapt up, about to turn around and flee.
“Stop right there. You’ve even said such immensely ignorant and arrogant words, and you think you can just leave?” The corner of Li Qingshan’s lips curled up. “You’re not enough to make me wager my blade, but look. There’s a monk here, the Suffering Subduing master of the Salvation temple. If you can win him over, he’ll definitely thank you properly. C’mon, c’mon, there’ll be no room for regret in this! It’s too late for any regret anyway.”
“Alright.” Zhang Xuanfeng turned around unhappily and made her way over to Yang Miaozhen’s side slowly.
The Suffering Subduing abbot brought his palms together. “Amit
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