Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
From the top of the cliff to the bottom, from the beginning until now.
The middle-aged daoist had been suppressing Chen Chao all along, which was only natural. He was a great cultivator of the Nepenthe Realm. Even if he was under suppression, he was not someone a Bitter Sea Realm martial artist could compare to. However, this was also illogical, especially after the middle-aged daoist had recovered his cultivation. He should have swiftly killed Chen Chao like lightning, so that it would not be a waste of his cultivation.
But that was not the case.
The middle-aged daoist quickly thought of the reason being the white mist.
Yet, he still could not fathom why the white mist would help Chen Chao.
Some things did not need definite answers, so there was no need to dwell on them.
As the middle-aged daoist continued to fall, the killing intent descended one after another. The howling wind kept rising on both sides, and visible waves of qi continued to sweep past the cliffs, creating a series of ear-piercing sounds. This left one mark after another on the cliffs, forming crisscrossing ravines in an instant.
Just the killing intents alone were probably not inferior to the sword qi of the average sword cultivator.
In reality, the so-called peerless killing power of sword cultivators was only relative. For example, now, an ordinary great sword immortal facing this middle-aged daoist might not necessarily fare well.
As the ravines appeared on the rock walls, countless rocks fell, resembling a rain of stones.
With a slight stirring of his mind, the middle-aged daoist directed the falling rocks toward a certain area, accelerating their speed. It was difficult to see with the naked eye, one could only hear the sound of breaking wind.
Since he had the intention to kill, the middle-aged daoist exerted all his strength when he made his move, without revealing all of his cards, but also not being too careless.
If it were not for the concern that the immortal medicine in Chen Chao's bosom was fragile, the middle-aged daoist
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