Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Chapter 738: Fierce Battle with Dayan Mangban (III)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Buzz!
White light exploded, and shallow tears appeared in the air, lingering and not dispersing. Meanwhile, Wang Chong's sword images had already cut through Dayan Mangban's Stellar Energy barrier. In defiance of all reason, the intangible barrier of Stellar Energy had been instantly cut in two like it was a watermelon, startling Dayan Mangban.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Dayan Mangban's teeth were clenched, his eyes wide open. The Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple had a legacy of one thousand years, and was the source of all martial arts on the plateau. Its long legacy was enough for it to stand on equal terms with the Central Plains. Dayan Mangban had visited the sacred mountain, entered the holy temple, and met its masters, yet he had never seen one person display so many powerful techniques.
Wang Chong was clearly weaker than him by an entire realm, but he seemed to have a limitless reserve of strange techniques. That evil art that could absorb energy was astonishing enough, and now he had this kind of inconceivably sharp Sword Qi.
People who simultaneously knew so many powerful arts were rare, even in the holy temple.
"Squads three, four, seven, and twelve… Death's Scythe Formation! Dayan Mangban, ha, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware that the oriole is close behind. I'll first get rid of you, and then I'll get rid of your White Braves! I'd like to see then what Ü-Tsang will use to fight against me!"
Wang Chong's eyes were bright and fierce, as sharp as blades in the darkness, and his voice was like a peal of thunder, booming over the city. In military strategy, it was said that quality of soldiers was better than quantity. The environment of Qixi was complicated, so there was nothing wrong with Dayan Mangban's use of several thousand White Braves to assault the city.
Purely in terms of the art of war, Dayan Mangban had already surpassed many Tibetan generals, even some renowned Great Tang generals. Wa
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