The Lord of Taibai Water

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Three days had flown by, and for Qin Muye, who was just scraping by at the bottom, life was calm, but not so for the upper echelons of Qingwu City.


Someone had challenged the Pan Turtle Martial Arts Hall, and the old master was severely injured, barely clinging to life.


This turned the once peaceful Qingwu City into a place where dark currents surged; even if the old master recovered, he would never return to his prime.


Now that such a force was no longer present to preside, the major powers saw it as a piece of fat meat.


The Governor wanted to eliminate it quickly to gain political capital, the Chief Patrol sought the martial hall's resources to strengthen himself, and the financial tycoons desired the heritage of the Pan Turtle Martial Arts as their foundation.


But everyone was civilized, not so uncouth as to be obvious about their intentions—at least they would wipe their mouths clean of blood to hide their sharp teeth.


Chapter 373: Is There a Problem with Your Judgment of Strongman Style?