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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
The west wind blew fiercely at Peach Blossom crossing.
The peach blossoms had fallen away a long time ago. Only bare branches remained.
An abjected, middle-aged man stood in the wind and gazed towards the north. Bone-deep hatred flashed through his eyes.
In truth, he was still very young, except the wrinkles of sadness on his face and the greying hairs near his temples made him seem extremely bleak.
He would never be able to forget about fifteen years ago. That was the happiest moment of his life, as well as the saddest.
On the day of his wedding, his beloved was taken from him.
“Li Qingshan!”
He could not help but utter that name. Hatred made his entire body tremble. Perhaps there was a deep fear as well, but this was not cowardice. That demon, daemon star, could make even the toughest people in the world experience fear and stop the cries of babies.
Thinking up to there, he touched a broken bone in his clothes. Originally, it was one of his ribs, but it was covered in inscriptions now. As his finger ran along the bone, he could clearly recall every single inscription he had left behind, as he had sacrificed seven whole ribs before he managed to refine it successfully. In the end, he could only use it once.
The Bone of Killing was a secret within his clan. It required the refiner to personally open up their body and engrave their bones with inscriptions before nurturing it in their bodies for seven years. After it was removed, it required another seven years of sacrifice before it was successfully refined.
He had condensed a sense of hatred within it, such that he could kill others without them even realising. He only had to point it at the enemy from afar to curse the enemy to death. Even if the enemy possessed unmatched martial arts, they could not avoid death.
However, very few people ever refined a Bone of Killing. Unless they held a great hatred, who would have the determination to wait fourteen years? If they focused on martial arts, perhaps a decade was enough for revenge.
However, his enemy right now, that great demon
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