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?

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"Ah, this... it's not my responsibility," came a slightly hoarse voice.


"Don't mention that bunch of bastards. Once we break through the Martial Alliance and restore the grand era of martial arts, we'll definitely abolish all this so-called technology. Technology is nothing but an external object," the senior brother said irritably, interrupting his junior.


"No, my eyesight is definitely not failing me; it just moved a moment ago," as a Martial Artist, the junior brother wouldn't have such an illusion unless he encountered someone of the same level or someone far beyond his own strength.


"According to our intelligence, it should be here," the senior brother also let out a sigh of relief, at least the information was correct.


"Alright, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't hold up your grand undertaking any longer. I'll be taking my leave now."


Chapter 398: Such a major event naturally falls on the shoulders of you young people.