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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
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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