The Martial Saint, a Life of Battle
Reborn at Four: A Soul from the Future
Howling winds sent sand and stones flying as an overwhelming beast tide surged forward like a raging black flood. Roars and howls wove together into a song of death. Ji Hao, a powerhouse who stood at the peak of martial arts, radiated a fierce aura. The long blade in his hand gleamed coldly, and every swing unleashed a storm of blood, killing countless monsters. But the beast tide was endless. They charged one after another, like black waves crashing against Ji Hao, the final line of defense. Gradually, Ji Hao felt his strength
After I Came Down the Mountain, My Senior Sisters Fought to Raise Me