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I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

Reincarnated as the son of the Duke in the Qi Dynasty, Fang Wang's mind housed a Heavenly Palace, where his consciousness could enter to cultivate. He could practice any cultivation technique or secret art to great perfection, only emerging when it was truly perfect. No matter how long he spent in the Heavenly Palace, in reality, it was but a moment's time. At the tender age of sixteen, Fang Wang stumbled upon the mythic realm of martial arts, unbeknownst to anyone else. However... One day, Fang Wang overheard whispers that Zhou Xue, the foster daughter of his uncle, had gone mad, prophesying doom for the Fang household. Curiosity piqued, Fang Wang stealthily approached Zhou Xue's room, catching her muttering to herself, "Sigh, even as a former celestial dignitary, I find myself powerless to alter the fate of my family. Is the heavens playing tricks on me... If only I could rewind time by just one month..." A reincarnated celestial dignitary? Fang Wang's perception shattered, a mix of shock and excitement washing over him. Who needs martial arts when you can ascend to immortality? Embarking on a journey spanning the vast landscapes, Fang Wang sought the one celestial art in the mortal realm capable of turning one into an immortal god.

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Chapter 103: The Greatest in the World, the Demon Monarch Appears

Fang Wang didn't know what the man in purple was thinking, and he didn't fear the mysterious Heaven's Larceny Saint Sect, for his intent was to kill the man in purple.

To show mercy to a formidable enemy out of fear is not an exchange for a chance at life, but a descent into an abyss from which there is no return!

Clasping the Heavenly Palace Halberd in his hand, he summoned all his Spiritual Power. At that moment, he simultaneously activated the Solaris Scripture, the True Combat Technique, and the Yin Yang Xuan Ming Zhen Gong, reaching the pinnacle of his might, pressuring the man in purple as he tore through the overwhelming ghostly fog, charging hundreds of steps straight forward.

The halberd blade was less than eight centimeters from the man in purple's chest, and his right hand was sandwiched in between.

The man in purple's eyes burst open, filled with bloodshot veins, he struggled with all his might, but could barely defend against the onslaught.

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