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The Magus Era

Long ago, there were people who stood upon the earth with their heads held high. They never bowed to anyone because of their indomitable spirit. They were capable of controlling wind and lightning, and conquering dragons and serpents. They seemed strong enough to split the earth and shatter the stars with their fists. They traveled throughout the land and called themselves Magi. Eventually, one of them would become a Supreme Magus! These men are the ancestors of human beings. Their blood is what we all share today. Qing Long is the former strongest man in the world. He traveled through space and time and was reborn as Ji Hao in the Fire Crow Clan of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a complicated world. Forces from both inside and outside of the clan want this young and talented boy to die. Under great pressure, Ji Hao makes a deal with a mysterious man, who resides in his spiritual space, never showing his real face. He gains two drops of blood from a dragon and phoenix. Afterwards, Ji Hao becomes increasingly more powerful. -------- Releasing: Everyday

Blood Red · Oriental
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1901 Chs

Qian Tan

Éditeur: Hitesh_

“Eh? Sell himself?!” Man Man said while staring at Ji Hao with a pair of sparkling eyes and dragging his sleeve, “Ji Hao, they want that old wood to sell himself!”

At that moment, a magical light was glowing in Ji Hao’s eyes. After drinking that cup of ten-thousand years old cyan stone milk given by Candle Dragon Gui, his eyesight was improved largely, now as sharp as a dagger. Swiftly, Ji Hao scanned through every corner of that old tree man’s body with his pair of glowing eyes. The texture of that old tree man’s body was as rough as all ordinary trees and covered in suncracks; nevertheless, Ji Hao had also seen that the edge of every crack on his body was twinkling like jade or pearls, and his cyan-purple colored tree trunk under the rough tree bark was as beautiful as the greatest jade.

What had even caught more attention of Ji Hao were those sticky, green teardrops that had been ceaselessly gushing out of the old tree man’s eye sockets, which had a dense, attractive aroma.