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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
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I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
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Chapter 283: Confiscate
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Chapter 362: The Perfect Me
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Chapter 41.2
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Chapter 1243- Proof of the Formation and Proof of the Ruins
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Chapter 975: Migration
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Chapter 10801.1 - Late September's Whispers
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Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
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Chapter 1242- Antidote and Sacrifice (2)
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Chapter 647.2: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 2
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Chapter 3847: Facing an Immortal Exalt
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Chapter 361: The First Hour
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Chapter 282: Smile
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Chapter 1241- Antidote and Sacrifice (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.1
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Chapter 1240- Deciding
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 347 - He Who Knows Himself And Knows His Enemy Need Not Fear The Result Of A Hundred Battles
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Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 239: Deitification (Teaser)
“Esteemed sires… I-I…”
In the Holy City, several old peasants, who had clearly struggled in the fields their entire lives, were pleading with the soldiers searching them.
“This is all I have! Please have mercy on us!”
These peasants heard that an evil god had descended upon the world, and only by entering the Holy City, a land protected by the chief archmage, could ordinary mortals like them survive the ordeal.
Little did they expect the soldiers to stop and search them under the pretext that they were Tang spies. The soldiers then brought them into a residence in the city. A crowd was in the residence; they were all people like them.
Horrendous atrocities followed—massacre, rape, and plunder.
The ferocious Tibetan soldiers ignored the old peasants’ pleas and swung their batons again and again, till the old peasants’ heads bled profusely. They also made sure to take every last one of their possessions.
Many people collapsed in pools of blood, never to move ever again.
The Tibetan soldiers, still high from the violence, announced, “The
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