Chen Yang's fist was about to fall.
The icy wind from his punch brushed against her face, twisted in fear.
He looked at the woman curled up on the ground, devoid of her usual cold arrogance, and felt an unexpected calmness in his heart.
There was no joy of revenge, nor any reluctance to harm a beauty.
Sci-fi / Mature
LitRPG / Adventure
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
Wuxia / Martial Arts
Mature / Xuanhuan
Xianxia / Xuanhuan
Mature / Xuanhuan
Xuanhuan / Martial Arts
Urban / Supernatural
LitRPG / Urban