PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER - Chapter 262

Luo Zheng is at the bottom of the Luo Clan hierarchy, despite his family being the founders of a power refining technique that could instantly defeat any opponent.

Xiang Ye (Ah Ye) and Charles have the fated arrangement of master and servant. In the depths of darkness, Ah Ye scooped up Charles – a vampire butler. Possessing a fervid passion for service, Charles single-mindedly attends to the secretive young master Ah Ye – regardless of his ferocious appetite, abhorrent taste in clothing, and relationship failings – for the master is always right.

On the other hand, in the chaotic era of scientifically enhanced humans, powerful heroes become the protectors of normal citizens, going where evil needs subduing. This young master may be secretive, but he is our hero.

Rebirth is not a guarantee of successful revenge or a good life. After being reborn, she still faced death in campus violence. However, the spirit of the nine-tailed fox from thousands of years ago awoke within her body. From then on, those who bullied her would pay tenfold, and those who insulted her would come to a bad end!She was once called a pig, so she lost weight and dazzled everyone, proving that every fatty has potential to become a beauty!Her grades were terrible before, but she studied hard and became the top student, showing everyone the intelligence gap between her and others.She became the national pride as a master archer, never missing a single target.Her acting skills were so excellent that they set the standard in showbiz.She was the trendsetter in fashion, winning countless fans with just her face.It is said that he is mysterious and indifferent to women. After receiving many handsome photos of herself from him, she thought: He is just as shameless as he was in his previous life! He always teases her! But, she has to admit, she likes it!

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.