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
Blood continued to spill from the middle-aged daoist's chest, and Chen Chao gripped the incomparably sharp broken saber, thrusting it into the middle-aged daoist's body one after another. Even with so much blood spilled, the middle-aged daoist in front of him still showed no signs of dissipating life force. He only appeared to grow somewhat weak, and the emotions in his eyes became somewhat peculiar.
It was as if the blood pouring out of him was not his own, as if he was not the one at a disadvantage right now.
After stabbing his saber several times, Chen Chao also felt that something was off. He raised his head to look at the middle-aged daoist again. The latter had no emotions on his face. When Chen Chao looked at him, there were no signs of life on that face.
Chen Chao furrowed his brow. Sure enough, a moment later, the middle-aged daoist in front of him instantly shrank, his daoist robe suddenly did not seem to fit anymore. He became extremely small, leaving only a piece of human skin that fluttered down from mid-air, falling from midair.
The oversized daoist robe did the same, fluttering in mid-air, swaying with the wind.
Chen Chao still held the broken saber in his hand, but his adversary was nowhere to be seen.
However, Chen Chao's eyes remained fixed on that daoist robe.
But in the next moment, the robe vanished instantly from right under his eyes. It was as if it had never appeared.
When he saw the daoist robe again, it had already reappeared on the edge of the cliff. The middle-aged daoist stood at the cliff's edge, looking at Chen Chao below. He had a calm and composed demeanor as he said, "In terms of brute force alone, although you aren't necessarily invincible in this world, you're not far from it either. However, people from the Three Schools, especially us daoist cultivators, how can you barbaric martial artists understand the profundities of our daoist spells?"
The middle-aged daoist had fallen into a disadvantage twice. It no longer had anything to do with carelessness. Even before the re
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