Legend of Legends - Chapter 158: It's A Relief 2

A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.

A poor little kid walks out from a remote mountain area while holding the Nine Dragons and the Incredible Cauldron. With a control over the time and space eternally, he embarks on the Path to God where he defies the odds of the boundless universe gaudily by fighting against royalty and clashing with the legendary generation.

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To save her family, she got married and divorced not for her own will. Due to the “derailment”, she was left penniless by a divorce settlement. She finally knew it was Di Juehao, her handsome, indifferent and rascally husband of the rich family, who plotted everything! However, she gave him an impolite impact on The day they divorced! Five years later, Wen Nuan made a good showing and became Top 1 designer of a world’s famous brand. She returned with two kids. Unexpectedly, she was forcibly taken by her ex-husband Di Juehao to the hotel to have s*x as soon as she returned. In the end, Wen Nuan gave him 10 yuan and left with pride: “Hey, 9.9 yuan is the market price for a top 1 male prostitute now. The rest is the tip for you!” But when she rushed to the company, she was surprised to find that his boss was…

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I exist in the darkness, disappear under the bright light, and will eventually devour the sun and turn into the shadow of all things… Known by people as the indescribable terror of darkness; the king of shadows; the dark day; the existence of the shadow of the world , is still just a somewhat special high school student, facing a weird death game…

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”