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The Peerless Emperor

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher! With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated. In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent. Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life. Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day · 玄幻
分數不夠
102 Chs

Chapter 47: Too Much Nonsense

編輯: Larbre Studio

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Liu Ming, after all, ranked seventh in strength among the inner sect, was surprised when Lin Qian spoke, but he immediately identified the source of the voice and attacked without hesitation.

The disciples watching below the stage were initially shocked by Lin Qian's speed, as he moved like crimson thunder across the sparring platform, instantly closing in on Liu Ming.

Now, they were also astonished by Liu Ming's rapid response, throwing such an overpowering punch in an instant.

The Gold Attribute Soul Power naturally endowed attacks with high penetrative power, and with Liu Ming's fist-blade Martial Soul's awakening feature, it enhanced his physical body.

The number-one body in the inner sect, Liu Ming's Iron Fist, which excelled in close combat, headed straight for Lin Qian.

The iron fist enveloped in golden Soul Power, with its exceedingly sharp blades, sliced through the airflow stirred by the swinging punch.