Chapter 30: Wanting to Become Godparents?

The monster, enraged by Pu Ni's assault, let out a thunderous roar. The horn atop its head flared with blinding light, and it unleashed a strike toward their hiding spot. In an instant, more than half the mine tunnel was obliterated, leaving a deep trench dozens of meters long in the ground as debris rained down from above.

In the Earth timeline, Victoria products were actually priced quite reasonably, but here in the Nine Heavens, they were taking a strictly high-end approach. Given the company's recent founding and limited production capacity, trying to capture the market through low pricing was unrealistic. Therefore, they would lead with the luxury route and consider the mass market only after scaling up operations.

A blood-stained halberd pierced through the void, hurtling toward Qin Chuan. The sheer force and murderous aura were enough to chill the soul and freeze one’s very spirit.

"Are you saying that the emotions my grandfather displayed when recounting the past were fake?" Lu Ruorong asked, astonished.

"Hmph! You think a broken gourd is enough to deal with this King? How delusional! Watch how I handle you!" The Black Demon King roared and exhaled another violent gust of demonic wind. This blast was significantly more powerful than the last; it tore the very topsoil from the courtyard and surged toward Tian Xuanzi.

Meng Yina walked up to Zhao Siyue, intending to forcefully stuff her gift into the pile, but stopped when she saw the exquisite presents covering the desk. Her eyes shone as she recognized the value of the items just from their packaging. Some were things she couldn't even buy herself, yet here they were, sitting on Zhao Siyue’s desk.

Jiu Tian listened intently, digesting everything Yan Rong told him, feeling as though a new door were opening before him.

Hua Tian and Situ Linxiao naturally needed to find an inn to stay for the night. Situ Linxiao led Hua Tian through the streets and alleys until they finally found an inn situated near the heart of the city.

"Friend, don't push your luck," the middle-aged man said, taking a deep breath to suppress his emotions.

With another punch, the stooped youth standing next to his companion—already slowly collapsing—was struck heavily once more, letting out a low, muffled sound.

The image on the night-vision goggles was certainly not as clear as it would be in daylight, but it was sufficient to make out the silhouettes.

The two were twins who had fought side by side for a long time. However, with the NBA draft, it was impossible for these two super-rookies to be picked by the same team, making it difficult for them to continue their partnership in the NBA.

Why were the Magic considered a weak team in the East? It wasn't for a lack of good players. For instance, Fournier, Vucevic, the recently acquired Terrence, and the point guard Payton—they were all talented athletes.

The team’s current fourth-place standing in the East was evident enough. Perhaps head coach Atkinson’s nonchalant attitude was what made the management so anxious. It remained to be seen to what heights this former lead assistant coach of the Hawks could lead the Nets.

Sharpened depleted uranium alloy was no ordinary edge; the turret armor of the T-64 was like butter before it, sliced open with effortless ease.

Things had reached this point; even if she made an unreasonable demand, Changsheng could only agree for now.

D'Antoni held his tactical board and shared his thoughts, noting that the Rockets seemed a bit too overexcited.

He had gone to such great lengths to transport these heavy logs; if you told him they couldn't be sold, he would surely cough up blood on the spot.

Afterward, Sun Dahei sat on the sidelines, arranging the lineup for the second and third quarters. Truth be told, there wasn't much to arrange.

Basically, every time Yin Yu visited, Sophia was drinking tea. Yin Yu began to wonder if this person could sit down and have a cup of tea under any circumstances.

As the words faded, Uchiha Obito took out his phone, tapped it a few times, and placed it on the table. The sound of a program immediately began to play.

In Xi's world, perhaps the word "friend" was her greatest solace and her only belief. Someone who could abandon everything and give everything for a friend was, ironically, always longing for a sincere friend of her own. She must have felt quite lonely inside.

When Ye Hansheng heard me say those words, he immediately let go of me and whispered, "Not yet." After tucking me in, he held me with one arm, murmured a soft goodnight, and turned off the light.

Before the words had even finished, the White Angel mecha stomped hard on the ground. With a loud 'bang,' the earth sank, and the White Angel shot into the sky.

The city had attracted a massive influx of powerhouses from various factions. Coupled with the fact that All-Saints City had recruited a large number of experts for ruins exploration, the city was overcrowded and unusually congested early that morning.

Seeing my anger, Qiao Yuwei immediately felt regret. She wanted to call out to me, but the words died in her throat, and she eventually sighed in resignation. She decided she would apologize to me once this matter was resolved; after all, she didn't want to lose either side.

To break through to a Saint Martial Artist by the age of thirty in the lower realm, where spiritual energy was so scarce—if placed in the upper realm, he might have already attained the Sage realm.