Flaming Fortress

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu.
I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination,
and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist.
Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights:
When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead;
Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots;
When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked!
If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel;
Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

"Once we run, won't our trial be considered a failure?" Wu Xiaode said.


"Failure doesn't matter, at worst we just accumulate Soul Power and come back next time, but if we die on the battlefield, won't we fall into a deep slumber?" Rotten Bone said.


——No undead wishes to fall into a deep slumber.


That would mean being trampled underfoot by others, endlessly contributing Soul Power to provide energy for others to cultivate, as well as maintaining the operation of the entire Death Realm.


But Wu Xiaode's situation was different.


The Book of the Dead had already opened, revealing rows of ice crystal small script:


"The trials of the Death Realm are extremely strict."


"Once the trial fails, the corresponding punishment will be executed by the Causality Law, specifically as follows:"


"You will lose everything you have gained from the increase of Soul Power from 11 to 20."


Chapter 53 Side Quest Completed!