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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
The tanned man was determined. His large body perfectly shielded the village chief behind him. Normally, five men wouldn’t be his match, but unfortunately, his opponent was a ghost this time. This was an existence that he couldn’t really understand.
The ghost didn’t attack directly, as if she was deep in thought.
“Village chief,” The tanned man stared at the twisting figure and whispered under his breath, “How are you?”
The hand that held the cane shivered. The tanned man was not as calm as he appeared. Actually, he was taken by surprise when the ghost first appeared. He only came to minutes ago when the ghost wanted to go after the village head.
The village head had a few moments to take his breath. His eyes glowed slightly, “Asumu!” He gasped heavily, “What are you doing? Why didn’t you leave?”
Hearing this, Asumu’s grip on the staff tightened, and he didn’t move.
“You are different from us!” The village head said desperately, “There is no blood on your hands. Leave! I told you to leave!” The village head hit him weakly on his arm. He still didn’t move. Instead, he adjusted his posture to better shield the village head as he nudged him towards the staircase.
“Asumu!” The village head yelled, “If you do this, no one can escape. She will not let me go. Your mom was right. Every debt is recorded, and eventually, they have to be cleared!”
A pair of bloody eyes stared at them. The ghost somehow didn’t make a move. She only watched coolly as Asumu led the village head to the staircase.
Suddenly, the peaceful stalemate was shattered. The twisting figure charged over. Asumu bumped into the village head to send him down the stairs. Then, he waved his staff to face the ghost. “Go!” Asumu shouted. On one side was a thin figure about 1.5 meters tall, and on the other side was a two-meter-tall giant waving a large wooden stick. The battle ended in mere seconds.
Asumu’s eyes blurred. Then, he saw a headless body holding a wooden stick fall with a thud.
The twisting figure stood at the top of the stairs, staring at t
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