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Death Scripture

Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person. This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.

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971 Chs

Threatening

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Golden Roc Castle's plot in the Royal Court was close to becoming a fiasco but Shangguan Yun looked neither anxious nor annoyed as if it were all a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"To live among a thousand women like this, is the Dragon King looking for the feeling of an emperor?" Shangguan Yun joked in the tone of an old friend, wearing a smile that Gu Shenwei was familiar with.

In fact, Shangguan Yun's trip to the Norland hadn't been easy this time. Like the Dragon King, he had been looked down upon everywhere. Although some situations were acts, fundamentally, it was all still a part of reality. He had put up with all of the humiliations, or, at least he didn't care about them at all.

"To walk in the night like this, you must be regaining your instincts of a killer," Gu Shenwei cautiously replied, always remembering that the words of the third young master were more deadly than a saber in his hand.