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
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?
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
Boom!
The fifth Halo of Spacetime emerged from True Lord Yellow Dragon's body, the destructive spacetime energy within obliterating all the Stellar Energy in Su Zhengchen's body, blasting him through the air like a ragdoll and back to the ground in a great cloud of dust.
Buzz!
Su Zhengchen's body twitched as he attempted to stand, but True Lord Yellow Dragon waved a palm, sending the energy of the sixth Halo of Spacetime surging out. With a boom, the last shred of Su Zhengchen's Stellar Energy was scattered, sending him flying back even farther. The plume of dust from the impact soared high into the sky.
"Masteeeeer!"
A mournful cry of grief and distress came from the direction of the palace gates.
Wang Chong's eyes turned red as he sensed what was happening deep within the palace, his face paling. He had been observing the battle in the Imperial Palace this entire time.
True Lord Yellow Dragon was simply too strong. His age alone exceeded that of several dynasties, and not even Wang Chong's master had a chance of winning against this old monster.
"Heh, brat, did you ever hear the saying, 'the one who makes the most calculations in the tent will defeat the one who makes fewer'? In this battle, did you ever calculate who would win between True Lord Yellow Dragon and Su Zhengchen?" Hou Junji suddenly asked, staring at Wang Chong. A sliver of energy locked onto Wang Chong, preventing him from taking even one step forward, let alone offering any help to the forces in the Imperial Palace.
"You've lost this game!"
Hou Junji's furrowed brows completely relaxed. In this 'chess game', he and Wang Chong had played all their pieces, and in the end, it seemed like he was the final victor.
Although True Lord Yellow Dragon had played a large part in this victory, for Hou Junji, this was also a component of one's strategy. As long as he could win, Hou Junji didn't care what sort of strategies he needed to use or whose strength he needed to borrow.
Wang Chong said nothing, his expression grim.
At this time, the battle between True
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