Volume 1, Chapter 25: Cousin, You Smell So Good

After Davis left the court, the Spurs’ momentum became unstoppable. By the end of the third quarter, they held a 25-point lead at 93–68, pushing the game into garbage time well ahead of schedule.

However, it was somewhat irritating that when Lin Yingzhu entered the game, he wasn't met with warm applause, but rather waves of piercing boos. The crowd was embroiled in heated discussion; it was clear that they were extremely unwelcoming toward someone as unknown as Lin Yingzhu.

At that moment, Zhao Kuo was shocked beyond measure by what Jia Yi had said. He had never imagined that he would one day have the potential to become an immortal.

Early in the morning, Chang Fei soaked a towel in hot water and pressed it against his face, trying to make himself look more refreshed.

Although he had returned to the universe, how would he find his way back to Earth if he were stranded in an unknown galaxy? He had no sense of direction in space.

This was entirely due to Min Zhenchuan unleashing the Nether Death Qi of the Grave-Guard Manor. As one of the three great manors of the secular world, the Grave-Guard Manor had its own unique strengths, which explained its longevity. The Nether Palm and the Nether Death Qi were two of its greatest techniques.

The men sitting here were all tough guys, and they enjoyed masculine sports like basketball, football, and rugby, which they discussed frequently.

"Another plane? What kind of trick are they playing this time? What are they dropping?" Rui He watched as something flew by at a low altitude.

Even in the Starry Demon Sea, with Tang Feng’s foundation, he would eventually grow into a powerhouse comparable to the Qinling Immortal Emperor once he matured. Moreover, as the leader of the Wind and Cloud Alliance, his status was awe-inspiring.

"What do we do now? The hostages are gone, and the boss is trapped in the jungles of Shan State, blocked by government forces. Once they rescue the hostages, they will launch an attack immediately. There is a mercenary unit there, and the boss is no match for them," Rana paced back and forth, sweating profusely.

It wasn't just Liu Changfeng; the other elders were also shocked. The Battle of the Martial Gods was the most solemn competition in the Martial God Temple, yet it hadn't been held for decades. Could it be that they were going to restart it now?

"Dean Feng, we have been here for five days now. Where is that Grade Eight Alchemist you mentioned?" asked a powerhouse at the Spirit Venerable level.

Every day, she heard the evening drums and morning bells, as well as the monks announcing the dawn. However, because the Zeng family father and sons did not care for Buddhism, Eighth Sister had never actually visited the Guangci Temple, which was so close to home. Naturally, she was very eager to go for a stroll, and if she had the time, perhaps she would go to pay her respects and burn some incense.

After their afternoon tea was served, Hood appeared, though the green bracelet was nowhere to be seen.

Chi Jinfeng nodded. In business, one must stick to business; he had already made an exception by bringing Ning Xia here to inspect the goods. Besides, the total weight of the raw jadeite didn't exceed fifty kilograms, so it really wouldn't cost much money.

Watching the calm and indifferent expression on Shen Haoxuan's face, Shen Lingtian had to suppress his inner worries. Shen Haoxuan had grown to a point where he could no longer understand him, and he was certain that any decision his son made had its reasons.

Although Dongzi didn't know what the token was, since his master had produced it with such conviction, it was clearly something capable of bluffing others. Without a moment's hesitation, he took the token and ran toward the city gate.

"President Zhu, just have the cook prepare a few simple home-cooked dishes; don't go to too much trouble. I wonder how much of what I said to you before I left last time you still remember?" Wan Si-yang said after taking a sip of tea.

"It's fine. You haven't mastered the ability to control your strength yet. If you were holding a dagger instead, wouldn't I be lying on the ground by now?" Wan Si-yang joked, never expecting that it would move Miss An'er to tears.

"Boss, don't worry. You know we're experts at ransacking homes!" Long Longyi understood that this was what Qiao Zhi had instructed their men to do.

As the last sliver of consciousness faded, a faint, self-deprecating laugh from the nameless old man seemed to echo in the void.

If it had been the old Zhan who hadn't yet followed Jiang Zhenwu, he would have surely been cleaved in two by Saine’s axe by now.

Lu Xinyao was just reaching the most critical point when she was interrupted. Naturally displeased, she turned her head to reprimand the offender.

The room was dimly lit, with scattered cloth and ropes strewn across the floor and table.

Qin Yun's face had turned as dark as ink, his teeth gritted. He lashed out with his whip again, leaving the skin torn and bloody, drawing cries of agony from Tang Xi and the man.

The reason he could still smile was simple: the energy collection status for "Controlling the Blade with Qi" had reached five bars.

Startled for only a split second, the Snow Wolf Sword gave a low shout, his eyes burning with fervor, and drove his sword light downward with desperate speed.

Walking through the night in her finery, her beautiful skirt was already soaked through. The chill of the night water was intense, but she kept moving forward, pushing onward through the pitch-black darkness.

Huang Zu looked at Lu Jie, then at Wang Wei, and raised his long spear with a smile.

One shot after another, Zhang Fei didn't do that. He fired one shot, waited, and when there was no news, he fired another.