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
Li Qingshan’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he roared out, “Get back here!”
With the Force Field of the Earth at full strength, he caught the mid-air Si Long instantly and dragged him back viciously.
Li Qingshan immediately sensed that something was amiss. Not only did he put up no resistance, but he even moved with startling speed, basically hurtling towards him like a meteor.
Li Qingshan only had enough time to raise his arms and assume a defensive stance when a great force collided against him.
With a crack, his arms snapped at the same time. A good portion of his body became embedded in the rock.
It was basically similar to when he descended from above to smash through the Sovereign Dragon King. It was truly a taste of his own medicine.
Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows, only to see a bloodied, humanoid figure radiating with a sense of dominance. It gazed down on Li Qingshan with a pair of golden dragon eyes, which did not contain any fury or hatred anymore. All it possessed was the coldness of gold, enough to withstand the scorching of fire.
The surroundings dimmed.
Boom!
Si Long had been sent flying while his chest caved in deeply as a spinning rock pressed against it. His back arched up, almost having been forcefully pierced by the stone.
As it turned out, Rāhu Xiaoming had already drawn his slingshot the moment Si Long began to move, locking onto him firmly as if he had been anticipating his counterattack the entire time. He struck decisively the moment he collided against Li Qingshan.
However, there was no joy in Rāhu Xiaoming’s eyes. He had noticed that Si Long’s chest shone with golden light. Those were golden dragon scales, spreading across his body rapidly like glistening ripples, covering him completely in the blink of an eye. A pair of dragon horns jutted out from his forehead, manifesting with his bloodline of the true dragon that was unique in this world.
Xiao An chanted away as the Trisepultural Robes swelled in the air, reaching several hundred metres across and blanketing over Si Long.
Si Long’s figure twisted in
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