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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
The man's complexion had no trace of color, it was a sickly kind of pale. This abnormal paleness was not considered normal. Presumably, the daoist technique that this man cultivated appeared to be distinct from the majority of daoist techniques in the world.
As if understanding what Chen Chao was thinking, the man dodged the saber light before saying calmly, "In the southern great marsh, there exists a clan called the Shaman Clan. They have resided in the mountains for generations and are most skilled in witchcraft. This form of magic spell differs from those commonly known; apart from their own clan members, they only accept two outsiders in each generation. I happen to be one of the two."
Chen Chao was thoroughly confused. Despite benefiting from Xie Nandu, he had also read many books in the academy. But he knew nothing about this so-called Shaman Clan. If Xie Nandu were present, he might be able to explain the origin of this Shaman Clan or something.
After Chen Chao's blade slashed past, he suddenly said with realization, "You originate from such a remote place, even if things are exposed, it won't lead back to the true source either."
The man smiled and nodded, not concealing anything, "Dealing with matters that could shake the foundation of a dynasty, how can one not be more careful?"
Chen Chao remained silent, then swiftly lunged toward the man. The broken saber in his hand rapidly slashed out, and the bright saber light emerged once again. However, this time, as it illuminated the entire room, Chen Chao suddenly discovered that two puppets had appeared in front of the man, each with a different expression.
Crying and smiling.
The crying-face puppet held a purple-glowing iron chain in its hand, while the smiling-face puppet held a large drum in its hands. However, it was evident that the drum skin was not made of cowhide but rather a piece of genuine human skin.
Chen Chao was not entirely sure about what kind of existence this Shaman Clan in the southern region was, but judging from the scene before h
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