Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 359: Ring
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 452: Two Buses
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 709: Yun Jianyue Who Can't Be Imprisoned
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1388- Similar request
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 451: Two Paths
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.03.1 - Late September's Whispers
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 358: Left
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 65.2
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“Oy, shitty grandson. Did water get into your head?” Miazova looked at Shu Yichao in confusion.
It could somewhat understand why Shu Yichao shook off the Tang army to move alone.
Shu Yichao had proven himself to be a battle maniac time and time again. The only thing in his head was to lop off other heads.
He must have shaken off the Tang army because he was annoyed they were taking his kills.
But now that their army was at the tattered Iron Gate Pass, standing before an elite army of the Tibetan Empire, he suddenly ordered their army to stop.
Miazova was baffled by this maneuver.
Shu Yichao gestured at the surrounding terrain with a smirk. “Look around you. Doesn’t this look like the perfect coffin?”
“Oi, you, come over,” he called the Hanba over. “Go rip them a new one!”
“MRGRAR!”
Hanba howled. It drifted above the snow mountain and radiated tremendous heat and light.
“It’s hot!”
The Tibetan soldiers soon felt unbearably hot. Their eyes swam around in discomfort, and their sweaty innerwear clung to their backs.
They were on a towerin
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