Lord of Asura Returns for Her
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The wife in the cryogenic chamber had only three minutes left.
I had an iron hook pierce my collarbone, and my knees shattered while kneeling at a lavish banquet. Wine glasses smashed at my feet, flashbulbs were pointed at my face, and everyone was laughing—the former war god of the North, now less than a dog.
Victor stomped on the remote control and smashed it.
When the red light of the three-minute countdown popped up, I raised my head. The sealing nails on my shoulders were blasted away by the qi, and what surged from the dark golden depths of my eyes made the entire building tremble.
He crushed over a hundred mercenaries with a single punch.
He tore open the alloy gate with his bare hands.
One hundred thousand black-armored demons knelt down from the darkness, and their commander cut off his own arm to plead guilty.
I pressed the full-frequency communication button, draped in a blood-patterned cloak: "Seven days. Make the three great empires hand over the restorative herbs. If even one herb is missing—wipe out the entire nation."
He knelt before his wife, he fought his way through the world for her. The moment she awoke was the beginning of this world paying its debt.
I had an iron hook pierce my collarbone, and my knees shattered while kneeling at a lavish banquet. Wine glasses smashed at my feet, flashbulbs were pointed at my face, and everyone was laughing—the former war god of the North, now less than a dog.
Victor stomped on the remote control and smashed it.
When the red light of the three-minute countdown popped up, I raised my head. The sealing nails on my shoulders were blasted away by the qi, and what surged from the dark golden depths of my eyes made the entire building tremble.
He crushed over a hundred mercenaries with a single punch.
He tore open the alloy gate with his bare hands.
One hundred thousand black-armored demons knelt down from the darkness, and their commander cut off his own arm to plead guilty.
I pressed the full-frequency communication button, draped in a blood-patterned cloak: "Seven days. Make the three great empires hand over the restorative herbs. If even one herb is missing—wipe out the entire nation."
He knelt before his wife, he fought his way through the world for her. The moment she awoke was the beginning of this world paying its debt.
















































