Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods - Chapter 72: Too Late

You emphasized harmony your whole life and this is how you go…!’ The successor of the Spear Master Sect and his apprentice Hyuk Woon Seong were framed of learning a forbidden Demonic art and slayed.

A helpless and pitiful death by the hypocrites of the Orthodox sect.

The moment Woon Seong faced his death, the artifact of the Spear Master Sect emitted light and gave him a new life.

The life as Number 900, a trainee of the Demonic Cult!

The two identities, the Orthodox Sect and the Demonic Cult.

But his objective is one. Vengeance! Accepting his destiny and remembering his grudge, Woon Seong trains in martial arts and his time of revenge slowly comes closer….

Take over the Demonic Cult and punish the hypocrites of the Orthodox Sect! The revenge story of Number 900, Woon Seong growing in tasks of life and death.

Qin Xi had been reborn. She was reborn in 1983 when her family married her off to a fool, and she had accidentally inherited the Mysterious Doctor techniques on the day of her rebirth. She only had four bare walls of the house? She was bullied by others? Qin Xi looked down at her own hands and her medical skills and decided to start her journey of self-improvement. Since then, with silver needles in hand, she has not only cured her foolish husband, but she also schemed and kicked out her outrageous relatives, leading to her husband’s family becoming prosperous…After successfully becoming a wealthy woman, Qin Xi thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, her husband hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear, “Darling, we haven’t had children yet…”

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”