Fate's Little Feral Consort - Chapter 1515

Traversing into the world of “My Hero Academia”, the awakened personality is actually a stand-in [World].

In the face of the invitation from All Might, Wu An said: “I have no interest in heroes, I just pursue power, and I have nothing to do with women.”

Facing the provocation from ALL.FOR.ONE, Wu An opened his arms and summoned his stand-in.

“THE. WORLD! Time! Stop!”…

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In an imposing mortal world where the Divine Nine and Terrestrial Ten immortal sects exist…

The world is beautiful and full of temptations, but cultivators ignore them and happily work toward becoming immortals.

When Chu Liang opened his eyes, he found he had become a disciple of the Mount Shu Sect and even possessed a wondrous treasured pagoda... Henceforth, he embarked on a path that he had never envisioned before.

As the morning mist rises over Mount Shu’s thirty-six peaks, what’s Chu Liang doing?

He’s slaying dragons eight thousand li away!

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“Please, young noble, slay the monsters!”

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