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 and Li Qingshan gazed at one another at the same time. They possessed the same figure and appearance, yet no one mistook them for the same person. They were as different as ice and fire.
They were both completely different from Li Qingshan before he separated into them. The black water of Ruin’s End and the tortures of hell had left a clear mark on both on them, leading to an irreversible divergence.
Coldness or frenzy, silence or roars, acceptance… or revenge!
Their eyes met and sparks flew.
One smiled away viciously as his killing intent flared. The other gripped three mountains silently.
The atmosphere in the Xuanwu arena suddenly changed as if they had returned to the horrific battlefield in the Demon domain. There was not a single direct disciple who dared to joke about this anymore.
Chao Tianjiao flew into a fury. “Bastard, who’d you call a bitch? Hold on, Origin Soul!?”
“Heh, yet you’re the one who answered!”
Li Qingshan repressed his killing intent and turned towards Chao Tianjiao. However, he thought inside, That’s not “my” gaze. In other words, there’s still going to be a battle!
But he failed to realise that ever since he returned from hell, his gaze had become much more sunken. His tattered robes danced in the wind, like a demonic tyrant.
The direct disciples were thrown into an uproar. “Origin Soul!”
It had only been three decades since Li Qingshan joined the sect. He went from a measly Soul Nascence cultivator, a formal disciple, to condensing a Yin Soul and a Yang Soul and becoming the first senior brother of the Myriad sect. To cultivators like them, the time he took was only equivalent to a few secluded cultivations.
That was already unbelievable enough, yet now, he had actually taken another step forward, undergoing the sixth heavenly tribulation. He was basically challenging their understanding of the world. They even felt like their heads were thrown into chaos.
“Yeah, if he wasn’t an Origin Soul cultivator, how could he possess this aura? How could he contend against se
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