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The Peerless Emperor

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher! With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated. In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent. Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life. Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

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146 Chs

Chapter 32 Elemental Weapon Armament

Redakteur: Larbre Studio

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Thunder Shield shattered, and Lei Qian stood dumbstruck on the spot, just staring blankly at the young man before him, unresponsive.

Lin Qian stood in front of Lei Qian, smiling at him, his right hand suddenly spread open, the sweeping palm wind gusted towards Lei Qian's face.

"Reaching God Divine Palm!"

"Slap!"

A thunderous and crisp slap resounded, and Lei Qian was sent flying by Lin Qian's slap, his body parallel to the ground, spinning several times before crashing to the ground.

Beneath the Life and Death Platform, many disciples instinctively reached up to touch their own faces after witnessing the scene, each silently thinking.

That really hurt!

Seeing Lei Qian get up from the ground, his face still bearing the fresh red handprint, Lin Qian looked at his own palm and sighed contentedly, "Refreshing..."