Volume One, Chapter 12: Upholding Justice on Behalf of Cui Xingze

Torres had gone to the national team, and Markqin gave him a call to discuss the previous matters. He was very cautious about the agent situation; a deceitful agent could ruin a player’s entire career, so he planned to talk it over once Jose arrived.

The wedding night is one of life’s great joys. She could forget about it, but Zhuang Lijun could not.

Not far from here was a sewage ditch buzzing with mosquitoes, swarming around Second Uncle, biting him so persistently that he had to keep moving to ease the discomfort.

Originally, he had hoped that if he couldn’t find anything in the mortal realm, perhaps in the netherworld he might uncover some clues.

After all, Karsas, now so powerful, should have no trouble detecting any abnormalities here.

“Besides that, there doesn’t seem to be any other reasonable explanation,” Karsas admitted, shrugging. He fully understood what Pan Zhen was thinking.

Especially Ren Yingying, who believed that if given the chance to be with Chen Hao, she could rekindle the love and care he once had for her.

To the south of the Western Plague Lands, on the west side of Lake Dalonmir, lay the famous town of Andorhal. It was one of the earliest human settlements in the Kingdom of Lordaeron to be infected by the undead plague. Once a grain trading hub, it had since become a gathering place for the undead scourge.

Different people had different tactics—some used shield counters, others rolled to evade, and some passed through mysteriously with a secret charm, no one quite knew how.

In short, over these three years in Teng County, Kong San’s life was fulfilling, and his future bright.

After some discussion, the few dozen battered soldiers decided not to return to Zan City but instead headed toward the Jing Mountains to become outlaws.

Ancient times had faded, the cultivation world declined, and divine beasts were no exception to the inevitable decay. Many divine beasts vanished into that no-return battlefield in the flow of history, including the Qilin.

Jiang Yunying nodded and said calmly, “All the furniture in my home comes from here. Come on, I’ll take you inside to pick out a table.” With that, she strode toward the shop door.

Xuanlong, though claiming he wasn’t afraid of the poisonous mist, still felt extremely uncomfortable inside and couldn’t wait to leave.

Why had a member of the One-Star Squad come up to the second floor? Wasn’t the punch at the door just now thrown by someone else?

The group reached the mouth of the valley, hearing fierce fighting, savage beast roars, and the agonized groans of the wounded echoing from within.

Fine winter rain wove a delicate web of cold affection, falling relentlessly. The rain grew heavier, gradually turning into droplets that were neither snow nor ice, but a chilling hybrid.

With a heavy thud, two fists collided with tremendous force, sending a shockwave that whipped Long Tian’s long hair around and stirred a layer of dust from the ground.

Yet one thing remained unchanged—the resolve and ambition he had when leaving Lanling. Every night spent in the wilds, Ning Xiaoyao gazed at the distant stars, thinking how each step brought him closer to the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and with it, closer to returning home in glory.

Submerged beneath the water, Lin Yun’s mind was a haze; he felt life slipping away fast. Surviving simultaneous attacks from five Great Sacred Spirits was only possible thanks to the Sacred Armor powered by the Azure Dragon Bone. Even so, he was gravely injured, nearly at death’s door.

Chi Jin and Chen Xu sat in a private room at the bar, an ashtray in front of them stuffed with more than a dozen cigarette butts.

Bo Yuheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he kissed her swollen lips, easily parting her trembling legs and claiming her once more.

The frontier was about to change its order, which was why Norma had prematurely backed the royal family, although truly wise people never make their moves too early.

Feng Yunxiu’s face was set like ice, signaling to everyone that he would show no mercy.

The commander in charge of operations in this region was a Jonin, an elder-level figure in the Water Tribe, also known as the “Strategic Jonin.” Usually responsible only for decision-making in the southern wetlands, this time he personally joined the mission, signaling its importance.

She responded skillfully, maintaining neighborly harmony without making promises she could not keep.

This power sprang from a deep inner defense of justice and a profound love for friends.

Look at them now—those two old men getting completely overwhelmed in a 4v5 fight, utterly lost. The irony was palpable.

The slightly ajar back door slowly closed with a muffled thud as the breeze swept by.

After adjusting his state at the Chenjun Pavilion, when his energy and spirit were at their peak, pure soul power flowed from the palm of his raised right hand, slowly gathering into a concentrated form.

“When I saved those Atlanteans, they truly worshiped me as a god,” Qian Huan nodded in affirmation.

Sima Yi’s words once again earned unanimous agreement. The recent assassins they had beheaded clearly proved the point: when the enemy remained still, fine; but the moment they moved, total annihilation followed.

“You were the one who called me here in the first place, and now you inexplicably chase me away, even releasing murderous intent. Though my strength is less than yours, I am no monkey to be toyed with!”

“Tianzun, your arrogance is one thing, but to kill my royal son—do you truly wish to declare enmity with the Cangmang Kingdom?” the king roared in fury.

Yet Ye Xingchen would continue to look after her. After all, he had forcefully taken her out of the underwater castle. Even when the trial in the secret realm concluded, he would see her safely back to the underwater castle, thus providing an explanation to the chieftain of the Golden Qiang Merman tribe.

“Grandpa Angus, I’m back!” At that moment, a Murian burst in. Ye Huan paused in surprise—the Murian was the very one he had saved while being pursued by Kercat.

“Great Daoist? No! Junior Brother, come with me!” Seeing the hesitation in the Western Ancestor, the Eastern Ancestor grabbed him and brought him above the Execution Sword Formation.

Hanzhong was a wondrous place. Some said it was the origin of Liu Bang’s title as King of Han, and thus the birthplace of the Han ethnicity’s name should trace back to Hanzhong.

Suddenly, a sharp strike caused Jing Hu to scream in pain as the blood-red orb in his mouth vanished abruptly.

After leaving the Crown Prince’s mansion, Wu Tian saw numerous Imperial Guards patrolling outside the palace, conducting door-to-door searches; the entire imperial city was in an uproar.