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
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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
While the leader of the rowdy group had a keen eye to a certain extent, the followers behind him were mostly ignorant ruffians. Even if they were inclined to pick on the weak, they couldn't discern who was weak and who was strong in this situation.
One of the rowdies couldn't take his eyes off Meng Jintang, and he disregarded Chen Shen, who was unnoticed by him.
Under the influence of alcohol, he chuckled and said, "Where did this big, young lady come from..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a cold gleam flashed, and Meng Jintang had already gripped the sword hilt, with the tip of the sword pressing against the eyelid of the rowdy individual.
She had actually gauged it just right, causing the other party to feel a sharp pain but not piercing their flesh. However, in panic, the rowdy individual instinctively shook his head, immediately feeling a damp and intense pain on his eyelid.
The rowdy individual with the injured eyelid tried to hide behind his companions, but the longsword remained firmly attached to him, unwilling to leave him for a moment.
The slightly smarter rowdies had already begun pleading incessantly, "We have eyes but couldn't see, we didn't know the Queen was here. Please spare us, Your Majesty!"
Being called "Queen" for the second time, Meng Jintang was left speechless.
She seriously wondered if, in this world, the perception of ordinary people regarding martial artists was limited to the realm of bandits and outlaws.
Meng Jintang chuckled softly, lowered the tip of her sword, and then thrust it forward abruptly, channeling her inner energy through it, striking the acupoints of the rowdy individual.
Being struck by her in this way, the rowdy individual would undoubtedly experience soreness and pain in half of his body for the next three to five days, as if being gnawed at by a swarm of ants.
The leader of the rowdy group was trembling with fear, torn between wanting to escape for his life and fearing that if he did, the young girl in front of him would thrust a sword into his back.
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