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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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Running Away

Biên tập viên: Transn

It was a night without peace. Every group was either busy trying to garner support for themselves or incite discourse between the other factions. As soon as Gu Shenwei left Shangguan Fei's reception hall, he traveled to the courier station and disappeared for nearly four hours.

During that time, several groups of people had come seeking an audience with Dragon King one after another; however, they were all rejected by Lin Xiaoshan. "Dragon King is not here. I will report to him as soon as he comes back," he told them.

Before Dragon King reappeared, there was a slight commotion at the courier station. Since it lasted for only a short while and did not affect many, only a few people had noticed it.

Shortly after nightfall, about an hour after Dragon King disappeared, the assistant from the Central Plain, Zhong Heng, walked out of the courier station alone and empty-handed. He nodded his head at the doorman, looking as if he was going out for a stroll.