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

Wu Xiaode felt an extremely powerful force yanking him, and in an instant, he disappeared from the current world.


He suddenly remembered the last time he had entered the Death World—


No sooner had the thought arisen than wisps of silent Demon Mist began to emerge from the Void, swirling around him.


Wu Xiaode's whole being immediately emitted a strong death aura.


Wu Xiaode floated lightly to the ground.


"Another warrior has come, let's see—ah, it's a deceased."


"Kid, the war is about to start; how about you take the front?" a humanoid monster with skin like lime said.


The Book of the Dead immediately popped up with a line of ice crystal tiny script:


"This is a Corpse Transformation Demon."


Wu Xiaode gave it a glance and then looked around.


All around were bizarre beings, each radiating an ominous intent of death, staring intently at him.


Chapter 150: The Stele of the Realm of Death