Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Chen Chao's strike would definitely be blocked, as it should be. He did not dwell on it much; he naturally knew that the middle-aged daoist before him was undoubtedly stronger than him. Moreover, at this moment, the qi within his body was almost depleted, and that aura was indeed weak to the extreme now.
This final strike still possessed the strength of a Nepenthe Realm cultivator, but after this strike, he would have no more possibilities.
The strike sliced through the endless gusts of wind and finally arrived at the cliff's edge. Its momentum had reached its exhaustion point and could no longer spread.
Chen Chao's figure also came to a halt here. The saber qi from his broken saber was still boundless, but it weakened like the ebbing tide after the spring tide.
The middle-aged daoist flicked his sleeve, dispersing some of the energy, and then asked, "Can you send out another strike?"
The middle-aged daoist looked at Chen Chao, the emotions in his eyes gradually dissipating. The current him was looking at Chen Chao akin to looking at a dead object; devoid of any emotion.
Chen Chao's complexion was pale. During the tide's rise, he could only sense the fluctuations, following the tide forward, oblivious to any so-called pain. But during the ebb, he truly felt the sharp shells rolled up in the previous surging tide, still cutting into his body.
The current him was in agony, his complexion deathly pale.
The identity of the young girl was unknown, but whoever she was, her methods were no different from trying to help the shoots grow by pulling them up; Chen Chao's body would suffer injuries. Although the immortal medicine's boundless vitality could protect his origin from serious damage, it was evident that it was only a slow and steady process. It was impossible to repair all of Chen Chao's injuries in an instant.
The middle-aged daoist looked at Chen Chao, as if he wanted to say something, but after a moment's thought, he shook his head.
At this point, there was nothing left to say.
Chen Chao looked at him,
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