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
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?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Chapter 726: Fumeng Lingcha's Warning (III)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
One could easily imagine just how thick the baleful air around Fumeng Lingcha was. This was an aura tempered through countless battles, obtained through endless killing, through stepping over mountains of bones. No normal person could stand against it.
But Wang Chong was at most seventeen, yet he dared to meet his gaze without the slightest fear. Fumeng Lingcha had never encountered such a situation before.
No matter what, this was something no seventeen-year-old youth could have.
If this boy isn't removed, he'll definitely be a big problem for me!
Fumeng Lingcha's eyes chilled, and his killing intent flared up. Wang Chong's display had not only failed to engender any admiration, it had made Fumeng Lingcha even more intent on killing him.
The more outstanding and formidable this youngest son of the Wang Clan was, the more Fumeng Lingcha feared him, wanted to kill him.
At just seventeen, he had already been capable of stirring massive waves. A single memorial from him had been enough to throw hundreds of thousands of Hu into extremely passive positions. If he were allowed to mature, wouldn't the Hu commanders be pushed into the periphery, eventually forced out of all the higher levels of the army?
"Brat, listen to my words: it is the hard that are easy to break!" Fumeng Lingcha suddenly said. "Your edge is shining too brightly!"
Buzz!
The moment Fumeng Lingcha spoke, the atmosphere instantly became a hundred times more solemn. On the walls of the City of Steel, the more than one hundred thousand workmen and guards paled.
"Fumeng Lingcha is acting too brazenly! He's clearly trying to bully Wang Chong!"
On the wall, Bai Siling was fuming, but these words had barely left her mouth when a slender and soft hand grabbed her arm.
"Siling, don't say another word!"
Bai Siling turned in shock and saw that Zhao Yatong was looking forward, a look of unprecedented gravity on her face.
Bai Siling's face froze in confusion, but
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