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
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?
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
Chapter 635: Black Arrow!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Although the war of the southwest was over, remaining vigilant after the war was of utmost priority. But when Wang Chong was brought up, everyone on the summit looked silently toward him.
The southwest was still in chaos, and the threat of Duan Gequan and Dalun Ruozan still existed.
If there was one person who could stabilize the southwest and calm the hearts of its people, at the same intimidating Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang, that person was not Wang Yan or Xianyu Zhongtong, but the seventeen-year-old Wang Chong.
Neither Wang Yan nor Xianyu Zhongtong could deny this.
"Generals, you are too kind."
Wang Chong's eyes widened. He had been listening on the edge of the crowd, not thinking that the flames of battle would catch onto his clothes.
"But all of you can be at ease. Until His Highness King Song arrives, I will not leave this place."
Upon seeing these expectant gazes, Wang Chong suddenly realized that he now had an extremely high position in all their minds. Everyone was treating him like the pillar that propped up the southwest.
"Wonderful, with Young Master here…"
The generals rejoiced at Wang Chong's words, one general even shouting in excitement.
Buzz!
Wang Chong's mouth was open in preparation to speak when his eyes suddenly widened. He felt a danger that he had never felt before.
This danger was so intense that Wang Chong felt like his skull was going to explode, and goosebumps rose up over all his body. This feeling was like that of walking through a scorching summer day and then suddenly being plunged into an icehouse.
What is this?
Wang Chong was stupefied. At this moment, he could smell the thick scent of death on his nose.
Not during the entire southwestern war had he ever felt such a terrifying pressure.
Buzz!
Wang Chong's mind had barely touched upon this thought, and the southwest generals before him still had the expressions on their faces from just a moment ago, when Wang Chong immediately sensed a dark shadow
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