Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1091- Series of information
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 907: Preserved Pill
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.2: Plot to Kill - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 201: Priest
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 279: No One Is Innocent
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1090- Outer space
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1089- Rushed Gunner
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 906: Breaking the Realm (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 905: Breaking the Realm (1)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.1: Plot to Kill - Part 1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 9: He’s Playing a Huge Chess Game!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3810: Little Grass’s Strength
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 200: Flood
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 278: Wait
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1088- Familiar people
Under the dark red Tang flag, a warrior wearing black silver armor galloped across the city wall, slaying all Tibetan soldiers in his path.
Such was the sight that Zeng Lu and Abbot Palkyi saw.
For a moment, they wondered if they were dreaming.
For many years they had dreamed about this sight, only to be jolted awake at the peak of their excitement, with tears in their eyes.
Yet, when they found themselves in the pit of despair, the Tang flag suddenly emerged on Shule’s city wall… It was so convenient that they could hardly believe it was happening.
Zeng Lu trembled. Abbot Palkyi widened his eyes.
Could this be yet another dream? If it is, heaven, I’m begging you, please let us relish in it for a little longer.
But reality ripped through their confusion, telling them with an unwavering tone that this was not a dream.
The modao was evidence!
Shoosh!
The snowy-white blade sliced across the dark nightscape, its brilliant reflection pricking everyone’s nerves.
After securing the city gates, Shu Yichao eyed the minimap—the green dots were still flickering. Tightening his grip on his modao, he charged toward where the green dots were.
He utilized the still flying skeletons as stepping stones, maneuvering around with nimbleness reminiscent of a lively bird flying from branch to branch. With every leap he made, he brought despair and death upon the Tibetans.
“AH!”
A Tibetan soldier who failed to dodge in time was sliced into two.
“UWA!”
A mage erected a barrier, but the modao easily sliced through the barrier and the mage within.
Wherever he went, enemies crumbled.
It was an uncanny scene.
To the backdrop of dancing black lotuses, the black silver knight crossed a path of white bones adorned with blossoming blood roses.
“AH!”
Screams of agony echoed from the distant east gate. Those were the most miserable sounds the Tibetan soldiers there had ever made in their lives.
“The Tang army has gotten in!”
“Monsters! They are monsters!”
“Spare me, sp—”
Boom!
Shule shook intensely, causing some of the houses’ roof tiles to fall an
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