Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
The current situation was extremely bad for Zhao Fengchen, as he was practically alone and the target of everyone else. Everyone in the hall could only offer him support from the rear rather than directly, particularly as they were facing the illustrious Army-Shattering War God of Taizong's era.
Though no one in the room was an idiot, none of them believed they could take on the Army-Shattering War God in a contest of intelligence. The previous few incidents had all put the Army-Shattering War God's terrifying intellect and strategies on full display.
If there was anyone who could help Zhao Fengchen contend against the Army-Shattering War God, it was Wang Chong.
The room was quiet except for the flickering of the candles.
The seconds continued to pass. The Imperial Army competition would begin at noon, the largest reshuffling of the Imperial Army in several decades. There wasn't much time left.
"In truth, I'm not worried about Zhao Fengchen. What I'm truly concerned about is the three Grand Marshals!" Wang Chong said.
Everyone was taken aback by these words, but they swiftly understood, their eyes revealing astonishment.
The three Grand Marshals of the Imperial Army all had revered status and incredible strength. No one had ever imagined that the First Prince would strike at them.
"Reporting!"
Suddenly, there was a flurry of footsteps outside. This was already the Zi Period, and the King of Foreign Lands Residence was quiet except for the main hall, so these anxious footsteps rang out loudly.
"Your Highness, bad news! We just received a carrier pigeon from the palace! Two of the Grand Marshals were ambushed!"
The guard was sweating as he rushed into the hall and prostrated.
"What?!"
Everyone in the hall felt like they had been struck by lightning, their faces paling.
"How could this be? When did this happen? The assassins?"
Wang Chong's uncle-in-law, Li Lin, immediately strode over and grabbed the guard by the collar.
The pale-faced guard raised his head and said, "This subordinate still doesn't know the exact time
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