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
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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