Chapter 63 You Name the Price

Xu Mu poured the third bowl of wine for the young man.

And this young man was the first one in the entire room to successfully finish the second bowl.

None of the people before him, including Lu Junyi, had managed to drink a second bowl.

Those who had just drunk were overwhelmed with disbelief upon seeing the young man finish his second bowl.

Only they knew how fiery this wine was and what it truly meant to drain two bowls in one breath.

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Ghostly entities were slain one by one, and blood fiends evaporated, yet the sword radiance surrounding the Wine Sword Immortal's body continued to diminish.

"Haha! I told you that you would love it! Young man, the NBA ultimately belongs to you youngsters! Play hard, and I look forward to the day the Knicks raise their third championship banner! I hope it won't make me wait too long." Bernard King laughed heartily, throwing back his head.

This classification gave Li Qingshi, whose standing had previously been mere guesswork, a thorough and definitive concept of the realm he occupied.

The other members of the winning team had to go on patrol tonight, so she still needed to hold the fort and command from the operations room.

Floating dust drifted leisurely through the beams of light, making it effortless to discern every single detail.

Thus, everyone dropped the topic and began discussing matters unrelated to the game or basketball.

Lifting the hem of her purple skirt in a slight curtsy, Phyllis took her attendants and walked toward the viscount's estate, her figure slowly vanishing around the corner.

Xu Yan's eyes flashed; he suddenly sprang from his chair and lunged toward Chen Yifang in a flash of motion.

In Jinxiu, the underground forces were intricate and complex, but broadly speaking, they could be divided into three main factions.

"Of course it's not just your tavern alone; we will be making numerous commercial layouts moving forward," Villette maintained his composure.

Nangong Dilong let out a bitter laugh, his vital breath weakening by the fraction; clearly, his body had suffered unimaginable, severe damage.

"Everyone of the Sea God Palace, I command you in the name of the Master of the Sea God Palace: step onto the teleportation array, enter the Ancient Sea Secret Realm! From this moment on, all affairs of the Sea God Palace shall be delegated to the Deputy Palace Master, and let there be no mistake!" Xia Lanxue cried out in a clear, commanding voice.

There was no need for anyone to wait upon me; three or four exquisitely beautiful maidens were already leaning seductively against the Demon King's seat, charmingly attending to him as he drank wine and ate delicacies.

In a lower realm, a cultivator at the Great Perfection stage could wreak havoc across the entire universe, bringing disaster everywhere. As time passed, karmic burdens would inevitably accumulate boundlessly within the cosmos. If it were an ordinary person without cultivation, no matter how arrogant or evil they might be, their life would ultimately be limited, and their sphere of influence would likewise remain confined.

Yet, thinking of Qingwu's various miraculous traits and the mystery of the Heavenly Demon Warship, Jack felt a sense of relief—here, even a piece of trash could be forged into a genius.

To say that my spiritual consciousness was flawed would be to negate my present self; to say that my physical body was flawed—why then could the Buddhist avatar I separated from achieve the status of a Buddha? Could it truly be merely because of the shackles that a Buddha cannot attain absolute supremacy? Or was it to say that Cangyun—this consciousness named Cangyun—was somehow inferior to the Buddhist avatar?

Despair... How could I not be anxious? I should just finish eating and leave quickly. If I dawdle any longer, who knows which intimidating master I might provoke next.

It was hard on him, too, serving me every day with trembling caution as if walking on thin ice, causing him to grow quite thin.

This was a good thing for the Hua Xia Kingdom: stable and tranquil, leaving Zhang Qiang free to ignore affairs here.

"Yet... look at this, half of the ministers in the court now, either openly or covertly, are vehemently urging me never to speak lightly of war again in the future... Alas, could it be that not a single person understands the burden in my heart?" A lonely expression surfaced on Baoyuan's face.

Gu Yifeng secretly channeled the Heavenly Residual Fire within his body. The flame flowed along his meridians and gathered in his palm. The instant this disciple charged forward, Gu Yifeng launched a ferocious counterattack, sending a sweeping wave of fire rolling outward.

"It's no matter, no matter. It is a common occurrence for you, young lady, to change your mind at the last moment and refuse to perform. Besides, I will arrange for Yanhong to go sing instead, so set your mind at ease and go." What a clever procuress; heaven knows how many favors she had accepted from that fellow surnamed Meng to plead his case so persistently.