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Poison God's Heritage

"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...

Biako · Oriental
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776 Chs

Warfare II

It felt as if time had stopped for me. This isn't good. Not good at all. The incoming blocks will devastate the ranks, not only are they too heavy to try and block, they'll shatter anything in their way doing so. These blocks are made of Soulsteel a material that is used to build space-crossing ships. Too heavy to easily stop in its wake, and too sturdy to destroy.

"Don't forget, you have us with you," Dao Shen said as he jumped up toward the incoming cubes.

He didn't try and confront it with strength and power. He swung a steady palm into the incoming cube, sounding like the beating of a bronze bell.

He used softness against hardness. Soft Palm technique, a simple act of redirection, which completely inverted the cube's rotation. Causing it to fly up and above our entire army.

The cube only fell when it went past the last puppet.

And that was the first cube.