Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Zhan Yue
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1063: Ascending the Tower (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1433- Invisibility Ability
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 428 - Undead Troops Surrounded By Rings Of Light
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 726: It All Depends on Human Effort, Do It if You Can
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 472: Familiar Feeling
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 71.1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 372: It's You
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1432- Super Glory Smith
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1062: Invitation
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 427 - Saying Too Much Will Do More Harm Than Good
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1431- Sinking Technique
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.05.1 - Late September's Whispers
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 725: There Are Many in This World Who Deserve to Be Killed, and Deserve to Die
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 371: Please Survive
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 471: Wooden Puppets
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1430-Core secret
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1429- one third
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 426 - Summon Elemental Lich And Bone Prison
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 731: Upheaval (Teaser)
At the foot of the mountain, a young martial artist stood with his saber hanging at his side. A clear breeze lifted his temples and stirred his black robe.
Fluttering in the wind.
On the mountain path, the disciples guarding the mountain crowded together. But no one dared to say anything, let alone approach. After all, just now, two of their fellow disciples had said a couple of dirty words, and now they were already lying on the mountain path over there.
They were not dead, just that each of them had lost an arm.
This young martial artist before them was ruthless and said little. When he started fighting, he truly showed no mercy at all.
Speaking of which, it was strange. In this world, even when cultivators walked among mortals, they would generally follow the principle of showing mercy, so as to meet again without hostility.
But someone like the man in front of them, standing at the foot of someone else's mountain gate, committing violence, there really were not many like that. It was undoubtedly rubbing someone's face into t
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