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
“You shameless knave. How dare you appear before me once more!”
“…”
In a gloomy castle, a black-haired man knelt on one knee, breathing rapidly.
Before him was a black-haired, fair-skinned beauty who exuded mesmerizing charm, but her tone was glacially cold. Her golden eyes were dripping with contempt.
There seemed to have been a battle between the man and the woman, with the former in a worse state than the latter. His body was covered in injuries, and he looked to be on the verge of collapsing. The magic sword he held in his right hand, which was likely a formidable magic sword judging by its design and mana pulsation, was covered in cracks.
In contrast, the woman before him showed not a hint of fatigue at all, and there were no injuries on her body either. She was dressed in an ordinary long skirt, and there was not a weapon to be seen in her hands.
A fully armored and armed man had fought against a barehanded woman dressed in a long skirt, but the former still fell in defeat. This illustrated the crushing difference in their strengths.
Even so, the man refused to give up. He gathered all his strength to get back to his feet.
“You still wish to continue? Say, are there worms in your head? What do you think you can do?” the woman coldly sneered.
“…Please help me. I need you,” the man pleaded.
“Hah. Do you not understand human speech?” the woman mocked.
Unwilling to yield, the man raised his sword and got into a defensive stance as he replied, “I understand human speech; that’s why I think there’s room for us to communicate. That’s also the reason I am here.”
“Communicate? Are you talking about your uninvited visit and all the nonsense you spouted about resolving our grudges and joining hands together? You’re only testing the limits of my patience.”
“It’s not my intent to anger you. My words come from the bottom of my heart. The circumstances outside have only continued to worsen. I wish to change it all, and I need your strength for that.”
“Shut up.”
“Tell me what you need; I’ll do everything I can
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