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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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Dividing up the Spoils

Editor: Henyee Translations

His face livid, Duodun regretted bringing so little troops. He had never expected the Dragon King to assemble 10,000 people in just a few days, not to mention that the cowardly Shule people had actually roused up their courage to oppose the Norland Cavalry.

"Is the Dragon King very good at fighting?" Duodun asked Liman who was standing beside him.

Liman had been pardoned, but he was the only one of the prince's companions who was dressed without armor or helmet, as if he were a commoner. He was not even allowed to carry a dagger with him, which was openly humiliating for a Norland man, especially when that man was the son of a general.

But Liman still thanked the prince for his magnanimity and believed that he should speak the truth. "As far as I know, the Dragon King is not good at fighting in a large-scale battle. I'd say the 3,000 vanguards have lost to themselves, not the enemies."

Duodun grunted, but he still somewhat agreed with Liman's opinion.