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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
The onslaught of the terrifying inferno threatened to char Zeng Lu into cinders, but Abbot Palkyi stepped in just then.
“Amithabha!”
A golden light shrouded Zeng Lu.
Despite the inferno tearing and biting at the golden light, it failed to claim Zeng Lu’s life. The latter was able to escape with some injuries.
Cough cough!
Watching as Zeng Lu’s nephews supported him back into the crowd, Asudo couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret.
It would have been great if I brought down that fellow with my earlier attack. That would have eroded at least half of the rebels’ morale, making it much easier to deal with them. What a pity.
But Asudo didn’t let his thoughts show on his face. He remained composed as if his earlier attack was just a casual swat at a noisy fly.
It would be best if he killed Zeng Lu, but failure wasn’t a problem either.
“Wuu!”
Abbot Palkyi wiped off the blood seeping from the corner of his lips. His continuous casting of spells had taken a toll on him.
Asudo took that into sight.
That mage is formidable. He isn’t at my level yet, but it’ll take me some effort to bring him down. I shouldn’t make a move anymore. It’ll ruin my image as an unfathomable expert if I fail to take him down quickly.
For the time being, I should focus on the psychological attacks.
“Tsk, Tang slaves.” Asudo smirked. “Look at your faces. It has been so many years, but you’re still dreaming?”
His words were dripping with contempt.
“You’re still hoping that your army will return? What a joke. They would have come a long time ago if they could. Give up! Stop daydreaming. You have been abandoned! No one is coming to save you! You are destined to spend your lives as a bunch of slaves!”
As Asudo said those words, unbeknownst to anyone, the beholder hiding in his neck quietly cast Mind Control.
Zeng Lu’s sword-wielding hand trembled, his heart swelling with bitterness. How could he not know that?
They could tell as much from Great Tang’s many years of silence that the Tang army wasn’t coming. Their efforts were futile.
Good.
Asudo’s eyes
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