Chapter 58: Let Her Run Wild

A dark red shirt hung loosely over his broad shoulders.

His large hand grasped her ivory-white, slender fingers, guiding them to stroke his neck, chest, and waist...

Jian Tang only felt her hand scorched by his skin. She tried to pull back, but he held her firmly, teaching her, step by step, how to unbuckle his belt with a single hand.

After repeatedly instructing both Nenad Krstić and Kenyon Martin, Brian Shaw had not yet smoothed out the furrow in his brow when he saw the Kings' lineup coming onto the court after the timeout. His brow knitted even tighter.

"Shanshan, I am your father. Why address me formally as President Kou? Isn't that a bit too distant?" Kou Ya leaned against the pillows, looking at her with a desperate gaze.

Seeing the sorrowful expression on his wife's face, Qi Xiuyuan realized she had misunderstood his intentions. He raised his hand, eagerly reaching out to take hers.

"Sever the head of Tailong and display it to all the cities. Execute without mercy anyone who dares to resist!" Having tasted the sweet fruits of psychological warfare, Jin Liang was not about to let go of such an effective tactic. Once Tailong was beheaded, the hidden forces of Tailong in various cities would inevitably collapse of their own accord. That moment would mark the unification of the Wasteland.

Huo Dong had already decided that he needed to fight the third-in-command opposite him, because only by doing so would the other party believe that he genuinely intended to escape.

Since Nenad Krstić had lost the opening tip-off to Yan Hua, the first possession of the second half belonged to the Nuggets. Having altered their offensive tactics during halftime, the Nuggets caught the Kings completely off guard with this play.

Instead of letting Qi Xin obsess over the relationship between herself and Chu Yichen, she simply expressed her instinct for survival.

Her brother held unconditional trust in Lu Manman. Seeing him like this, Qi Xin couldn't help but associate him with the monarchs of ancient times who were blinded by seductive royal consorts, and she was furious inside.

Shangguan Qian said nothing, but his unperturbed attitude spoke volumes. He had waited so long for this moment; if he could truly cast Shangguan Yu down from the imperial throne, he would sacrifice everything he had.

"Alright, this courtyard is quite large. You can cultivate here just fine, as long as you don't disturb me," Ji Longteng waved his hand dismissively, turning to leave.

For the past half-year or so, within the apprentice-level rankings of the Divine Casting Hall, this name had firmly occupied the top spot, a position no one else could ever shake.

"Although I recognize every single word you are saying, put them together and I still don't understand what you mean. Think whatever you want, though. There's a breakfast shop nearby that serves exceptionally good steamed dumplings—would you like to try some?" Shi Fei invited.

With the cultivation level of the Nine-Star Houtian realm, he had pulled off one feat after another, completely subverting everyone's conventional understanding of the martial arts path.

Yet no matter how well-laid a plan was, accidents were inevitable. After rounding up the entire international faction in one fell swoop, a single surviving fugitive actually attempted a sneak attack on the Grand Progenitor. Fortunately, Liu Qingzhu noticed it in time, and with a sweeping flash of blade aura, the bullet vanished into thin air. Still, the gunshot alerted the others, and that slippery fish was finally dragged out and captured.

Nan Shuimu's mouth twitched—he still hadn't managed to bluff his way through. After all, remarks like that were somewhat fabricated; if his power had truly been weakened to that extent, there would have been no need for Chu Ze to defend at all.

Yet later on, I discovered that you had changed—or rather, not that you changed, but that you had finally revealed your true nature.

As the light of talent-weakening approached Jumang, feeling the covert influence and suppression, even a being like Jumang experienced genuine apprehension. The present Jumang was not some terrifying primeval ancestor, but merely a slightly formidable divine soul.

The timing of Liu Qingzhu being immobilized and the shadow's assassination could be said to have been coordinated with seamless perfection. Just as Liu Qingzhu was locked in place, the shadow's dagger arrived, leaving him utterly without enough time to unleash all his abilities to break free from the restraint as he had done the last time.