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Douluo 2: Tang Sect Legend – Spear of Wind

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Wu Xuan transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, awakening a Wind Element Martial Soul and a mutated Soul-Breaking Spear with Spiritual attributes—two top-tier twin Martial Souls. However, the fatal flaw was that Wu Xuan transmigrated to the declining Po Clan ten thousand years later. In this era of dazzling Soul Tools, hidden weapons were like fireflies compared to the moon. After nearly a thousand years of suppression by the Tang Sect's main lineage, three of the four major single-attribute families had perished, and even the once-powerful Po Clan, possessing the top-tier Soul-Breaking Spear, was on the verge of disappearing from the annals of history. Was joining the Tang Sect ten thousand years ago the right or wrong decision? To prevent her child from following in her footsteps, Wu Xuan's mother resolutely left the Tang Sect. Thus, a new chapter began in the history of the Douluo Continent. An era of zero tolerance for evil had begun! Evil Soul Master: What's wrong with being an Evil Soul Master? Should we Evil Soul Masters all die? Wu Xuan: Nonsense! If you don't die, am I the one who dies? Once you're an Evil Soul Master, you'll be an Evil Soul Master for life!! You dare to suck people's blood today, you dare to eat people tomorrow!! I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen!! Today is your last day to breathe freely!! You can beg me, but I won't let you go!! Xiao Xiao: Wu Xuan, what does this book mean by humility? Wu Xuan: Humility............... (Read 50+ Advanced Chapters At Pat Reon [email protected]/FicToric)
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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