A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
As for the inner disciples who are gifted, have been baptized in various knowledges, and have received complete inheritance, their individual strength is unimaginable to the outsiders.
If this seemingly ordinary disciple of Zhaoye Palace went to some remote place, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a sword saint.
It’s a pity that the person he met today was even more outrageous than him.
Although she is only Sequence 4, as a witch, one of the four originals, and the holder of the three crowns, Loran Hill is still able to face such an opponent with ease thanks to her various talents and abilities.
After testing the specific strength of this disciple of Zhaoye Palace, Loran Hill put away his curiosity and prepared to defeat and subdue the two people in front of him so that they could tell him the current situation underground.
The long sickle light drew a huge arc of light more than ten meters long in the underground cave, directly cutting through the evil spirits that were entangled and chasing. The bonfire was immediately extinguished, and it was pitch black.
The disciple who had been engaging Roland Hill was now slammed against the stone wall and slowly slid down. The specially crafted longsword he had previously held shattered into several smooth-edged pieces, scattering across the ground. Not far away, the disciple who had commanded the evil spirits to attack also collapsed to the ground, the spirit lantern in his hand ripped apart, revealing the shattered remains within.
Loran Hill reappeared in the air, his figure seemed illusory, sitting on a huge sickle, his snow-white hair and black dress slowly fluttering in the air, revealing his slender and beautiful calves, swaying slightly.
"Who are you? How come you have such high attainments in the Nine Netherworlds?" The disciple with the broken sword slowly raised his head and looked at the mysterious girl floating in front of him.
In the East Continent, there are not many factions that practice the Nine Netherworld School, and among them, there are only a handful of major sects.
"Zhao Ri Huang Yu Sect." The girl with snow-white hair uttered these words softly.