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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Chapter 425: The Scripture Depository Plan!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"It's you…!"
When Dusong Mangpoje saw the elegant white-clothed figure with the feather fan and bound-up head covering, his expression turned cold, and only one thought remained in his mind.
Dusong Mangpoje knew who this person was. In the capital of the Great Tang, this person was undoubtedly the leader of the Confucian School, a title which he fully deserved.
Even in the capital of the Great Tang, this person was an influential figure of the highest distinction1.
Although he was not a Great General who led armies, in terms of influence, he was on par with or even above Geshu Han and the other Great Generals of the Central Plains.
Dusong Mangpoje had not imagined that the Great Tang would invite this character out for the sake of killing him.
"Haha, it is I!"
The man's face seemed to be carved from jade, and though the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were so deep that they seemed to be fifty or sixty, the rest of his face was that of a thirty- or forty-year-old.
Hanging on his belt were a longsword and a little bell. The bell drifted in the wind, crisply ringing as it bumped against the silver sheath.
He looked like a refined and weak man, but in Dusong Mangpoje's eyes, he was the mightiest of foes.
"The Emperor of the Great Tang truly thinks highly of me!" Dusong Mangpoje gravely said as he looked at this visitor.
"Haha, Great General has shown such good faith, disregarding the vast distance to visit the capital. No matter what, we must entertain you well. Ten years ago, Great General also wore plain clothes and stealthily entered. This lowly Li came as fast he could but was not in time to receive you. This time, I must have a chat and a drink with General."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he slowly walked forward, and the sharp sword intent released by the leaves and blades of grass grew ever more formidable.
This feeling like a dagger at one's back made all the Tibetan horsemen, including the First
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