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?

'Strongman Style +27, now everyone who sees this corpse has to go through a wave of shock and reflection and then assign me a Level,'


Qin Muye felt somewhat desperate, as the president of the Blood Rose Society had returned and brought quite a few high-ranking members to visit, thereby providing an opportunity for deception and victory.


He understood that whoever was determined by the Strongman Style as the loser would unconsciously regard Qin Muye as the stronger party, and even without such a determination, the opponent might still fall into doubt due to the inherent aura of the Strongman Style.


Under normal circumstances, they would challenge Qin Muye, but now Qin Muye was just a corpse, and coupled with other people's prior deceits and intimidations, it would generally take less than two minutes to declare a victory for Qin Muye.


Chapter 378: Secret Spirit Masters and Martial Artists, the Differences in the Secret Martial World