The Divine Hunter - Chapter 582 - : Dragon Mountains

Long Chen, once a powerless youth, suddenly obtained the key to becoming the Dragon Warrior from his dying father. In a world where power rules supreme, he’s constantly improving his techniques and risks his life to protect the people he loves. Set in a traditional wuxia world, join us on Long Chen’s adventure to become the Dragon Warrior and unravel the mystery of the dragon’s extinction!

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Outdated game streamer Fang Zhou was invited to a romance reality show, but he discovered that out of the five female guests on the show, four were his ex-girlfriends whom he had wronged.He told the pure school beauty: “You’re too innocent, I prefer someone more seductive.”He told the top-tier female star: “Your voice is too high-pitched, I prefer a natural one.”…Facing his abnormal ex-girlfriends, Fang Zhou originally just wanted to keep a low profile, but unexpectedly, the audience started shipping him with his ex-girlfriends.The live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed, each episode became explosively popular, and advertisements flooded in.Later, when the ex-girlfriends discovered each other’s identities, he was pressed into a small dark room, looking up at the women’s exquisite faces, and heard them say, “If you don’t behave, we’ll turn you into a specimen, so you’ll never leave us.”Fang Zhou: “I’m doomed, all my wronged ex-girlfriends have turned yandere.”

A ritual gone wrong gave him the world's deadliest Class—now all he wants is blood.Zeth stole the most powerful ritual magic in the world from a mad cultist. A Class that's fueled by the blood of his enemies and human sacrifice. One that's illegal to use, punishable by gruesome death. And now that he has it, he's faced with a choice: hide away for the rest of his life from those who would hunt him down, or embrace the power, becoming the hunter to get revenge on the murderer that stole his friends' lives.For Zeth, that's no choice at all.His enemies have to die. And he plans to use every drop of blood, eldritch ritual, and demonic summoning he can to kill them.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]