Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
“Looks like your master still cares quite a bit about you.” Li Qingshan smiled at Yu Wufeng.
Yu Wufeng subconsciously tightened his grip on his hilt and let out an undetectable “Yes”. That was his master, after all!
The streak of light as lofty and resplendent as a star seemed to notice Yu Wufeng as well. It suddenly accelerated, like a comet shooting across the sky, leaving behind a long tail as it sailed over.
Everyone on the beach raised their heads and watched the star descend upon them. The resplendent light rapidly swelled up in their eyes before landing on the ground and turning into a middle-aged man in the blink of an eye. He had a grey beard and wore a large cloak with a headdress on his head, adorned with dark-golden embroidery. His wide sleeves were folded right before him, holding a sword of simplistic design in his hand.
Both he and the sword gave off a stern and desolate aura. He was the master of the sword pavilion, Ye Duanhai.
“Master!” Yu Wufeng stumbled over and dropped down to one knee, leaning on his sword.
“Stand up!” Ye Duanhai was so stern that he was almost cold. He did not even try to help Yu Wufeng to his feet. However, the Sea Splitting sword in his hand produced a clear thrum, expressing just how emotional he was.
“I was useless. I have failed to live up to the high hopes you placed on me. Please punish me, master!” Yu Wufeng lowered his head, and the Fogbow sword in his hand shimmered with white light.
“Your cultivation is still fine. Seems like you haven’t wasted the past few years. You can accept punishment in the Sword Discipline pavilion yourself once you return.”
“Yes!” Yu Wufeng stood up.
Only at this moment did Ye Duanhai shift his gaze from his disciple. This great sword cultivator, filled with resolve and rigidness, did not even spend a moment to look at Gong Yuan or Ji Changfeng. His gaze immediately locked onto Li Qingshan.
“You’re Li Qingshan?”
Li Qingshan felt like a sword had sliced the parts of him that Ye Duanhai laid his eyes on. He was only ten paces away from Ye Duanhai. Even to
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