Volume 1, Chapter 43: Rejecting Meng Jin

"Young Master Meng?"

Jiang Rui flashed a grateful smile, sincerely thanking Meng Jin.

Although the Miami Heat featured both of their core superstars, Wade and Shaq, their prolonged absences during the regular season left them both lacking in form. Shaquille O'Neal, in particular, clearly lacked the dominance he displayed the previous year, and the entire team seemed devoid of cohesion and confidence.

After finishing its meal, it relieved itself directly into the wooden basin meant for soup, and then repeated the act in the wooden basin used for corn cakes.

Following dinner, Su Ruhui instructed Nanhua and Nannuan to escort Xiuxiang to the quarters prepared for her within the marquis's estate, and then headed straight to the side room to bathe and change.

Mu Jiaming chuckled, assuming that Chen Tang was merely joking with Su杨 and trying to get back at him.

Only after this play did Baron Davis truly begin to respect Monta Ellis as a worthy opponent, feeling that the youngster was qualified to challenge him, which prompted Davis to lock in and take the game far more seriously.

"In the first game, the underprivileged side relied on this particular playstyle with Kennen to secure an easy victory," Wawa said with a smile, though a careful listener could detect a subtle trace of reluctance in his tone.

After a rough calculation, he figured that by reading six or seven documents a day, he would be able to finish reviewing all of them in about a month's time.

"You mean to say she's proud and aloof," Su Ruhui said, removing the hairpins from her head with a hint of exhaustion.

Among the burly men of the Weilan tribe, a few began to weep like infants. Their unfeigned tears streamed down past their helmets like raindrops. The cruelty of their situation was that they could not even wipe them away, forced to keep their heads bowed as their tears soaked their eye sockets.

After days of sweltering heat, a gentle drizzle fell intermittently throughout the entire night, finally stopping only at dawn. Now, the brilliant sunlight shone upon the trees, flowers, and grasses still clinging with raindrops and dewdrops, making them look vibrant and fresh enough to drip.

The eight cultivators from the Song Clan said nothing, spontaneously splitting into groups to search with utmost diligence and deep gratitude. This true master had kept all the dangerous tasks for himself while protecting them safely along the way—treatment that even their own mentors might not necessarily provide.

Upon hearing Baili Xi's words, the dancer immediately abandoned the thought of suicide. To have her corpse desecrated even after death—these barbarians were truly beasts, worse than demons.

The boxing intent that had just resembled a towering mountain instantly transformed into a burst of raging flames, and the solemn, weighty elder seemed to instantly turn into a passionate, hot-blooded youth.

Consequently, through all these years of development, Ancient Chaos City had grown increasingly massive and prosperous, with the number of martial artists entering and leaving far surpassing that of Asking Morning City.

Suddenly, Shi Qingran froze, caught in a difficult dilemma. She was already at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, yet she had repeatedly failed to break through into the true Nascent Soul realm.

He witnessed with his own eyes how several bizarrely shaped crawling creatures pounced upon a patrolling comrade, brutally ripped his body open, and then tore out his internal organs amidst the foul blood, slowly consuming them.

He felt profoundly fortunate that such a terrifying weapon of war was on his side; had it been turned against them as an enemy, it was hard to imagine what an agonizing nightmare that would be.

"Hah, makes sense. Then let's settle this once and for all with the old man here! Do you dare, my foolish younger brother? You, who don't even have the capital left to turn the tables." Xingxiu sneered.

The noise of this movement was terrifyingly loud, causing even the ground to violently shake several times over from the tremendous impact.

The Ancestral Dragon Supreme Sword suddenly burst forth from the Tianya Sword Case behind Chu Fengmian, grasped firmly in his hand as he, too, slashed forward with a single sword strike.

For he noticed that Mother Li's hospital bed had actually been casually dumped out in the corridor outside the ward, with a large oxygen tank standing beside it, completely unattended.