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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
The Great Banyan Tree King’s full beard had fallen away, revealing his true appearance. He was not as old as they imagined him to be. He only seemed to be in his forties. His long, inky-green hair that was originally entangled with his beard had been combed back neatly, possessing natural curls. His long eyebrows were straight and slanted, which made him seem extremely graceful and handsome. Even though he had some wrinkles, it only added to his mature charm.
“Why have you all fallen silent?” the Great Banyan Tree King asked with a smile.
At the same time, he subconsciously reached out to stroke his beard. Only when he touched nothing did he realise that his beard was already gone.
His voice was still grand and sombre, but the feeling he gave off was completely different. Li Qingshan burst out laughing. He was nowhere near close to the wise old man according to his impressions. He was clearly a handsome man in his middle ages. If it were not for his mild and deep eyes, he basically would have suspected he was someone else altogether.
Only now did all the kings respond. They all bowed and congratulated him. The chaotic auras immediately converged around the Great Banyan Tree King.
Only now did Li Qingshan truly sense that this was a colossal group composed of daemons and otherfolk, and they were becoming much closer and more united as the Great Banyan Tree King became the god of the Mist province.
“Tree king, who’re they?”
The Silver Snake King looked at Li Qingshan’s group from the corner of his eyes. He was still badly shaken when he recalled what had happened moments earlier. After becoming a Daemon King, it had already been many years since he felt the horror of being on the brink of death.
“I am indebted to my friend Qingshan’s kindness.”
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The Great Banyan Tree King’s reply was simple, but it left the kings extremely stunned. Every single one of them here had received the Great Banyan Tree King’s graces. The Great Banyan Tree King had only ever shown kindness to others, so how could he be indebted to Li Qingshan’s kindn
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