Kneel Before The Villain - Chapter 41

As a Rogue Immortal, Tang Qing felt that the pressure on him was very big because you will never know when the next Heavenly Tribulation will descend upon you.

Also, you will never know just how many Heavenly Tribulations you would have to overcome to finally come to the end of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Just right after overcoming the Ninth Layer Heavenly Tribulation, Tang Qing’s body got extremely damaged by the perverted Heavenly Tribulation.

After climbing out of the ruins and being met with an unfathomable encounter, he became the dao companion of a bunch of heavenly women……

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Qin Fei: “Sorry, fried silkworm cocoons are sold out.”
Miaojiang Yanshi seriously face: “Can gold silkworm cocoon be fried?”
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Qin Fei: “The octopus is also sold out.”
The Octopus demon is calm and stretches out one leg: “just take it.”
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Qin Feihan Yan: “Do you still have some clams?”
The diners with children were so scared that they lost their faces and fled.
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There is a snack bar in the outside world.
There is no high-priced egg fried rice here.
No more expensive exaggerated ingredients,
Only delicious street food,
But it does not prevent it from conquering one after another picky taste buds.
[The text is more than a daily comparison, experience life. 】

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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