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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Chapter 1380:
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"How… how could this be!? How could such a thing be possible?!"
The Black Yin Ancestor's mouth was agape, his face covered in disbelief.
This was definitely not the result he wanted!
"Impossible! Impossible! I can't possibly lose to him!"
No one was more shocked at this time than Young Master Qingyang.
A moment ago, he had been confident, relaxed, and energetic, and there had even been a thin smile on his lips as if he could already see the final victory.
But a moment later, he had lost. The discrepancy between the expectation and result was so vast that the light in Young Master Qingyang's eyes instantly went out and his lips began to tremble.
He was Young Master Qingyang, and Young Master Qingyang was him!
No one could compare to him in understanding of martial arts. This was the source of his self-confidence, what allowed him to go and find the Black Yin Ancestor so he could have this contest with Wang Chong. Young Master Qingyang had never once doubted himself or what would happen if he did lose, because such a thing was simply impossible!
But the result before him had been a fierce slap to his face.
"Impossible! This can't be!"
Young Master Qingyang lowered his head and muttered to himself, his body soulless and dejected as it struggled to digest this enormous shock.
The innate flaws of his body had prevented him from cultivating martial arts, or to be more precise, prevented him from achieving very much. But his insight, experience, and understanding were things that he believed he would not lose to anyone in.
With his True Martial realm Tier 1 cultivation, he had raised a Saint Martial realm guard who was comparable in strength to an Imperial Great General, and this was the foundation of his confidence and pride.
But now, he had lost in his field of greatest expertise, a fact he found more difficult to accept than if he had been killed.
"Black Yin Ancestor, you've seen the final result. I trust that you have
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