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
Black Cloud city was silent. White snow drifted through the air. Many soldiers idled on the streets, still discussing the army-wide military competition that had just concluded recently.
Normally, the battles would have started already. The lengthy ranks of soldiers would collide like gnashing teeth as the opposing armies tore at one another, using their hot-bloodedness to melt the remaining snow and ice. The city would be in full swing, constantly fighting, resting and then fighting again, either reduced to white bones or achieving success with their own two hands, paving the great path of cultivation for them.
Perhaps there was fear, but there was even more eagerness. However, it was surprisingly disappointing today. Not a single demonfolk had appeared, even until now.
Everyone guessed that it was probably related to the fact that Cold Blood pass had been massacred and the Demon domain had not replenished their troops yet. It was impossible for them to kill their way into the Demon domain, so all they could do was wait.
As a result, only the Pure Land sect continued to work. The Upraised Light abbot even set aside the matter of cultivation, using this opportunity to purify demonic souls and shrink the Demon domain’s territory. He did not have any time to convert Li Qingshan either.
In this peaceful atmosphere, the captain of the Scorching Fire army, “first senior brother” Li Liehuo became more and more restless and uneasy. He needed to make the flames burn, to kill to his heart’s content, or it would be painful.
The patterns of flames flowed under his well-defined muscles like raging magma, lighting up and dimming with his breathing. His veins popped, and his muscles bulged.
No one imagined that the thing which the first senior brother who had a personality like fire had to do the most was actually exercise restraint, constantly exercising restraint, either erupting in restraint or smothering out in restraint. He constantly tasted the sensation of smothering out, which was being reduced to a pile of ashes.
If he relinqui
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