Volume 1, Chapter 61: Oh God! The Centipede Scar Is Gone

Su Zhizhi did not even raise her head, simply replying with a cool, "No."

"As the master of the First Pavilion in the World, you really don't hold this prince in your eyes at all, do you?" King Jin asked, lacking confidence.

She needed to safeguard the honor of the Fallen Angel Club, so she would give it her all, no matter who the opponent was.

Dongling Prefecture and Tianwu Prefecture frequently engaged in warfare, and their relationship was quite strained. Warriors from both sides rarely visited each other's territories, leaving them with very little knowledge of the geniuses from Dongling Prefecture.

The three of them bid farewell to one another. One could assume that the rift between Cen Changqian and Huailiang had healed; after all, they had shared life and death together and were now good brothers.

However, someone like Westbrook, whose hot-headedness blinded him to his teammates, could not save the team. No matter how brilliant your penetration was, it was still just worth two points. The Grizzlies could easily pull the score back through hard drives in the paint, rendering the Thunder's ace isolation tactics truly useless against them.

Furthermore, on the Spurs' side, Qin Xiao—widely recognized as one of the team's top three-point sharpshooters—had not even attempted a single three-pointer yet.

Lin Xiu originally thought the other party would just hang up, but unexpectedly, the person on the other end seemed to have pressed the answer button right away.

"You... Hmph!" Chang Xue let out a huff and turned her head to the other side, truly helpless against this shameless pest.

The eerie voice drifted into Watatsuki no Toyohime's ears, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly. Her ability to connect the mountains and the sea was innate and completely instantaneous, yet why did she still hear the other party's leisurely two-second-long speech at this moment?

"I told you, when he faces a true genius, this guy is useless!" Many warriors laughed.

"You are trying to lure me into a trap. Since this formation is already set up, why are you unwilling to activate it?" Fang He said with a faint smile.

That single dime might not seem like much, but compared to what Xu Ying was offering, it was double. Moreover, they had stated that it could go even higher—fifteen cents was also acceptable.

He put away the Great Profound Awl and prepared to check on the injuries of Ji Chengzhi and Lin Yin when a sudden wave of sharp premonition struck his heart.

Immediately afterward, he sat by the stone table, closing his eyes to rest and waiting for dawn to arrive, while the Desolate Earth Dragon remained silent, quietly sitting on the ground and also closing its eyes in meditation.

"Garvey, could I trouble you to find a way to bring my biological parents and younger brother over to the United States?" Having finally figured things out, Lu Qingqing made her request for the very first time.

When the Ghost Physician discovered that the flag at one of the cave entrances was missing, he flew into a rage. Just as he chased outside, all traces of presence were completely gone, as if they had vanished into thin air.

Bang! With a loud collision, the charging figures of Uchiha Obito and Uzumaki Naruto stumbled abruptly, sending them falling backward.

Many who were just about to continue flipping forward were interrupted by footsteps from outside, causing him to close the animal-skin notebook.

Swish! Clad in the Tailed Beast cloak, Lao Zi moved at an astonishing speed, closing in on Weilai in the blink of an eye. His right fist, already coated in a layer of magma, was swung straight at him.

At this moment, they were also surrounded by the giant dogs. Although there was no immediate danger, expressions of embarrassment hung heavily on all their faces.

On the sixteenth of July, Fallen Phoenix Ridge had become a living hell. Blood stained the entire mountain range. From the base of the mountain all the way deep into the ridge toward the subterranean immortal dwelling rumored to hold treasures, corpses littered the mountain path. Abandoned swords, severed limbs, and mutilated bodies were scattered everywhere, while the air was thick with the intermingling smells of fresh blood and stale putrefaction.

Upon hearing this, the King of Qin burst into laughter, taking the opportunity to purge the palace once more and incidentally select a dignified empress.

Di Jiu followed his gaze and looked toward the end of the long street, where the orderly sound of marching feet, crisp hoofbeats, and loud shouts could already be heard echoing from afar.