Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Apocalypse Gacha
I, The Dragon Overlord
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 358- Labour is the most valuable
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 59 - Dekan Doesn't Hold Back
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 002.2: Noble Phantasm: Ancestor, Save Me! Part 2
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 07 Chapter 158: Cardinal Position
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 690 - Astonishing Ruined Temple
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 627: Murder Case
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 357- Rip off
Zhan Long
Bramble Bear King
Zhan Long
Bramble Sword
Zhan Long
Sword Tempest
Zhan Long
Creating a skill
Zhan Long
Xiao Yao takes on the world
Zhan Long
Nine main classes
Zhan Long
Meeting the goddess again
Zhan Long
Soaring Grasshopper
Zhan Long
Legendary Driving God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 10 - No One Can Level Up Faster Than Me
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 9 - Leveling Speed Increases
The gathering hall was ablaze with lights. The leaders of the stronghold all gathered together, discussing the matter regarding Li Qingshan.
“First boss, what do we do now? The kid is hiding in Qingyang city, and he has Huang Binghu’s protection.”
“Hmph, Yang Anzhi has disclosed the news about the spiritual ginseng, so who can protect him? He’ll meet an untimely end before long.”
“He’ll be dying in the hands of others. We won’t be able to regain the domineering influence of our Black Wind stronghold like that. Moreover, the spiritual ginseng will end up in the hands of others.”
As expected, Xiong Xiangwu’s eye twitched. His desire for the spiritual ginseng was no less than anyone else’s.
“Did he say he would come himself? When that happens, I’ll crush him into meat paste.” The seventh boss was a bald fatty. He swung the huge mace in his hand barbarically.
Everyone looked at one another and snickered. “Seventh brother, you’re the only one who thinks he’ll come.” No one with the slightest bit of intelligence would actually believe he would rush into their Black Wind stronghold alone.
“If he won’t come, we’ll force him to come. Although the snow has sealed up the mountains, preventing us from mobilising a large number of our forces, we only need to send a single group, and that’ll be enough to massacre the Crouching Ox village and regain our might. When we do that, we just need to find a few family and friends close to him and hack them to pieces before delivering them piece by piece to him. I refuse to believe he’ll still be able to stay put.” The second boss stated his insidious scheme.
All of the bosses applauded him, all agreeing to it. The second boss smiled boastfully as well.
Thunk! There was a blaring sound, and the entire stronghold seemed to shake. A bandit rushed in. “Oh no! T- there’s someone banging on the stronghold gate, bosses!”
In front of the stronghold, over a dozen bandits guarding the entrance stared at the gate in shaking fear. The huge gate nailed together from several large, thick logs no longe
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