Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 875: Solving
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 276 - Could He Be A Reincarnated Boss?
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 658 - The Weapon Against the Burrower Beneath
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 538: There Are Two Large Mountains in the Snow
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 276.2: The Domesticated Eternal Night Queen (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3795: Interrogating the Daoist Sect of Heavenly Embodiment
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 181 - Dekan's Forbidden Door (Long Chapter)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1012.5- Sealed Scroll (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 188: Wolf or Dog?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 236: Treatment
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 155: Friend
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1012- Sealed Scroll
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 187: Ambushed
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 537: Demon Heart
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1011.5- Common Bath (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 154: Scheme
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 235: Patient
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3793: The Warring Old Freak
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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