Mary Miller
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Unaware of the various powers playing “who is who” in the walls of his tortured soul, Xia Hu lay on his knees, dazed and unresponsive. Xinzi stood before him, and for a moment, the monk too didn’t move an inch. The awkward image of a feminized Xia Hu kneeling at Xinzi’s crotch with a hazy smile would have made potential spectators question the nature of their relationship. Xinzi’s large hands pressing Xia Hu’s shoulders down didn’t help the case. Soon enough, Xinzi left Xia Hu’s soul and…-
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As he peered into the Divine Spark, Qingxin seemed to lose awareness of the world surrounding him—forgetting even Xinzi’s voice, which flew by his ears. A dreary stillness thus fell. Faster than Xinzi, Xue Yuanshao snapped out of his torpor, fell on his knees, and kowtowed at Qingxin. “Exalted One, I Xue Yuanshao, greet you!” Although they wouldn’t suffer much harm from doing so, the average Demon or Divine Spirit couldn’t carelessly stare into a Divine Spark—chained or not. It only…
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Face, neck, chest, crotch—in his explosion of sanguine rage, Xinzi left no part of Xia Hu unmolested. His fists crashed without mercy, brutalizing the swordmaster with the weight of 1,000 sledgehammers. Xia Hu’s consciousness faded; his brain stopped registering the pain—a vain attempt to protect itself, perhaps. But Xue Yuanshao, who from the comfort of Xia Hu’s soul witnessed this beatdown with front-row seats, raged to no end. ‘Damn, I underestimated him. Although I could see that this…
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Letting his hands hang freely by his side, Xinzi cracked his neck and bolted towards Xia Hu. The monk became a red flash of light, blurring across the air as he aimed for his foe. Sinking his feet into the ground, Xia Hu maintained his battle stance—neither advancing nor retreating. Our monk raised his bandaged right fist and threw a frontal punch at Xia Hu’s chest. The swordsman foresaw the move, and his sword lopped on Xinzi’s shoulder. Allowing himself to tumble down, Xinzi let the sword…
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Meanwhile, enthralled by Xinzi’s mystical ability, the White Immortal sect male disciples knelt at the formation’s core, chanting scriptures as their cultivation bases surged upward—forming a tower of resplendent qi light that snatched the eyes of the onlooking spectators. At a steady pace, the Yang Doll got closer to completing Xia Hu’s sword condensation. Alas, the motley crew of disciples couldn’t buy the fem swordmaster enough time to cross the critical step. Worse, they now worked against…
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Pressed by Chun Xu’s counter-strike, Dong Ling channeled her Spiritual Qi at the base of her feet, letting it all erupt to propel herself out of the lightning arrows’ range. The Sword Fairy wouldn’t have it and, in an electric flash of blue, turned into zigzagging lightning bolts that raced after Dong Ling. Speed-wise, Chun Xu had nothing to envy to most peak-stage Foundation Building experts. In that area, Dong Ling knew that she couldn’t compete and wouldn’t allow her match to build more…
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While most of the White Immortal sect’s attention locked on the blood-soaked yang platform, a minority—thirsty men and relatives, mostly—focused on the yin side. The superstar power, violence and controversies surrounding the yang platform explained the mismatch. But at least the yin competitors garnered praise for the lack of deaths and maiming on their side. Of course, it wasn’t so much that the ladies were less vicious than the men—oh no no no—rather, their platform carried more safety…
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Chilling snapping sounds rang across the maze block as Rong Suishan’s skull cracked under the might of Xinzi’s fist. Blasted upon impact, the outer court’s prime disciple flew out—barrelling into a molten wall that welcomed him with scalding heat. With one punch, Xinzi broke half of Rong Suishan’s face and seared the other half. His teeth fell, his limbs refused to obey, his throat lacked the strength to wail, and Xinzi appeared beside him. “Rong Suishan, there is no sentiment I can relate…
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Xinzi’s eyes narrowed at the green pill, ignoring Rong Suishan who faced him with a rare stoic look. “Rong Suishan, I don’t recall the two of us having enmity that warrants such a pill. Are you sure you want to go that far?” Intrigued by this unforeseen move, Xinzi asked. The monk could understand why Suishan would feel stifled and rebel against his uncle. But the pill hanging in his right hand went far beyond a simple rebellion. If he used that thing against him, Xinzi would have every right to…
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In its wake, the swirl of lethal force now gathering above Xia Hu could have minced several disciples into pieces. But with masterful control of sword energies, Xia Hu ensured that the pearl-white orbs—hosts of this destructive force—didn’t graze any of his peers. The sword orbs coiled in intertwining rings of razor-sharp qi. Xia Hu trod the sky, looming above his fellow disciples like an immortal descended from the Highest Heaven. “Fellow Daoists, though most of us came for petty benefits…
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