Volume 1, Chapter 63: The White Demon

Billows of dense steam surged continuously.

A thick wall of ice stood firmly behind Chen Tianming.

The intense high heat was steadily melting away the ice's thickness, and it looked as though it was about to give way. Fortunately, One-Eyed reacted promptly; casting an accelerating wind-element Gu technique upon himself, he immediately rushed forward.

After all, with the ongoing development of League of Legends tactics, professional matches in the game were no longer about two teams farming for thirty or forty minutes until reaching full level with six items, only to decide the outcome through a couple of team fights.

"Are these people still abducting children?!" Wendy glanced toward the iron cage, her face filled with displeasure as she saw that both humans and Verna people had been locked inside, with children among them.

"Who knows." Fox shrugged slightly, raising a slender hand to adjust the hat on her head. She suddenly felt that this operation was no ordinary matter—even she could sense the mounting pressure.

"Ouch~ weren't those holy rollers of yours just living off the gift of thegab?" Bai Ling taunted.

And what did such a terrifying jungle-clearing speed actually signify? Many players pursued early-game high damage for their junglers, enthusiastically playing aggressive junglers like Kha'Zix, Graves, or Lee Sin to build advantages through counter-jungling and ganks.

Stunning, ice-cold, and carrying a sword—the only person he could think of was Hua Liensuo, but surely Hua Liensuo couldn't possibly be here?

In the first game of the best-of-three series, the junior team paid a heavy price for their arrogance. Not only did they fail to secure final victory, but they also suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the freshman team.

Upon discovering that the opposing bot-lane duo and Zac had directly started taking the Dragon, Mujiang did not immediately rush to the bottom-lane river to contest the Dragon with his teammates. Instead, he flanked from the top-lane river into the enemy jungle and emerged from the exit beside the razorbeaks.

"Then spit it out and make it quick!" Elder Wang, sensing that his son indeed seemed to have a matter of importance, steadied his breathing and said.

After bringing the ball up with just a couple of dribbles, Yi Yang immediately passed it to Hayward. This time, Hayward had only Wiggins trailing in pursuit. He directly took two steps and threw down a two-handed slam dunk, while Wiggins didn't even bother to jump, watching helplessly as Hayward claimed two points.

Because he had never been accustomed to sitting in an office, he had always been on the move, traveling all over the world. The events he encountered were always full of thrills and excitement, and no two experiences were ever the same.

Just at that moment, those men holding submachine guns walked up to the doorway of the room where Su Yang was located, and sure enough, someone tossed several explosives inside.

As for the Lianshan family, this variant clan appeared quite ordinary. Although Lianshan Yuqing's uncle possessed quite outstanding strength, it seemed utterly insignificant when compared to the others.

The old man immediately imparted several powerful seal formations to Nanhua, instructing her to return to her cave dwelling at once. As long as she sealed the entrance with the formations and never stepped outside again, she would be safe.

Jiang Zaiyuan could not help but be stunned. Which parents who were 'impersonating' others would give their child such a foolish name? But that wasn't the point; Jiang Zaiyuan couldn't care less what this fool was called.

"You don't know?" General Ye shifted the barrel of his gun toward the man's shoulder and suddenly pulled the trigger with a loud bang.

Yet what could be done about it? She could only blame her own poor judgment. Since she had fallen in love, she would hold her in the palm of his hand.

This man was simply too good-looking, Cheng Anya thought. According to Lin Li, the male escorts at this bar were all top-tier—outstanding in appearance and elegant in temperament. This man fit every single description, so Cheng Anya simply mistook him for one.

This sudden turn of events instantly made Sha Polu, who had previously been full of confidence, lose his footing somewhat. Seeing their master arrive, Gan Fengqi's disciples swarmed forward, and among them, the grandmaster-level disciples gathered around Gan Fengqi numbered as many as eight.