I, the Deposed Prince, Signed into the Snow Dragon Cavalry at the Beginning

Alas, like back then, my level 1 soul power killed the five great god kings in the God Realm, my level 2 soul power conquered the dark turmoil that covered the sky, my level 3 soul power and Immortal Emperor Shi Hao dealt with the source of the strangeness, my level 4 soul power was invincible in the wild world, my level 5 soul power fought three thousand demon gods with Pangu and then opened the sky, and my level 6 soul power I am tied with Dao Dao. I now have 100 million-level soul power. In order to experience life, I work in a place on Earth called Shanghai, with a salary of 4,000 yuan. Let me tell you a secret. I will return to the God Realm in a few decades. Don't tell anyone else.

I feel that the princes in these historical fantasy novels are easily deposed. Doesn't it mean that the emperor doesn't know that as long as the prince is deposed after he is established, the country is prone to changes?

Why is Cao Zhengchun's cultivation level higher than Lu Bu's? I don't understand, a Mingxuan, a great master.

I can read it, but it has a lot of bad points. I don't know why the rating is so high. It's okay. It's suitable for beginners. I can't read it after reading too many books. I'll keep it with three stars.

The writing is meticulous and the content is rich. Come on!

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A common problem among those who write about fantasy empires and hegemony is that it is impossible for everyone in the army to be at a high level. Just like every country now uses guns, you can use a knife to fight with others. Any move at a high level can kill a large number of people. So when you write about hegemony, you are just taking off your pants and farting. As long as you are at a high level, you can become the emperor. You don't need those soldiers. Whoever beats you can just go and kill yourself.

Isn't it too childish? Captured and surrendered without doing anything? Should it be considered a female maid? ? ? ? It's so insulting! ? ?

I feel like the author can't figure out the main plot. When he writes about the protagonist's struggle for hegemony, he just writes about the struggle for hegemony. He makes some boring copies that just make jokes.

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