“And if this isn't the ass licker,” Alvin said with a cold smile on his face as he approached Smith with a cold look on his face. Smith turned to him with a stern look on his face and his lips curled into smirk. “Ass licker? Coming from a man whose ass got swooped by my woman. You don't have the justification to mock me,” Smith said with a cold look on his face and Alvin looked up with an angry look on his face. “Are you talking to me?” He asked and Smith arched his eyebrows. “If I'm not talking to you, who else could I be referring to? You admit that you're weak and useless. I'm certain your father would be disappointed in his son when he finds out that his son was beaten by an ordinary woman,” he said with a cold look on his face. “How are you going to explain to your ancestors?” Smith asked and stroked his chin with a calm look on his face. “How dare you talk to me in that manner?”“Earlier, I thought I should spare your life but it seems you don't value it. I'm going to cut o

Sandra stared at him in shock for a while, wondering what she could tell him. There was no way that she could tell him that he was supposed to die there but the drug she made for him helped him survive that place. She had no idea that his strength and cultivation had skyrocketed to a higher level after a fruitful encounter he had in the Inner World. “I don't think I will like to talk about that here. And besides, I haven't asked you how things went there.”She moved closer to him and stroked his chin gently while staring at him carefully. “Your temperament seems to have changed. I'd like to know what happened there,” she demanded seriously with a soft smile on her face and she nodded her head in response. “Of course, I will let you know about it but this isn't the right place to talk about it, right? Once we get home, I will tell you everything that transpired there,” he said with a cold look on his face. “That’s a nice idea,” she said with a bright smile on her face as she held on

After leaving the Titan Arena, Smith received a message from his father on his way to his house to talk about his little victory to his women at home. He clenched his fist and bit on his lower lips after reading the content of the letter. “I hear from your brother that you overpowered him thoroughly. It seems I've underestimated you. I hope you won't disappoint me and your son tomorrow because if you lose to me tomorrow, you won't have a claim over him again. Lovely Dad.” Smith took a deep breath trying to control the anger that surged through his veins. He wished he could get this done and over so he could be reunited with his wife and son. He promised to bring his son back and he would do that even if that meant losing his life in the process. He returned home looking grumpy and unsatisfied. The two women noticing his countenance rushed toward him and sat around him with a worried look on their faces. “What's the problem? What happened?” They asked with worried looks on their fa

“What's wrong? Why are you not picking my call?” Sandra asked with a worried look on her face as she paced to and fro in the sitting room with her mobile phone in her hand. She bit on her lower lips as she took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. For whatever reason, she felt something bad had happened. She couldn't just shake the bad feeling she was having. She kept feeling uneasy and it was beginning to get under her skin. For the past five hours that he had left the house, he hadn't replied to her text or picked her call. She has been calling him nonstop for the past few minutes but he didn't respond. Smith doesn't behave like that in the past. She knew something must have happened to make him not reply to her text after a few hours. As much as she had hated to admit it, she prayed nothing happened to him. “I shouldn't have asked him to go and bring back my son. We could have just made another one,” she muttered in a low tone with a worried look on her face. She ruffl

Why this number of all numbers? She asked herself with a confused look on her face. She bit on her lower lips and ruffled her hair with a frustrated look on her face. She couldn't help but blame her luck for being against her. There was no way she could win a single fight not to talk of five to ten combat. She could only hope that combat wasn't the only requirement she had to pass to become a disciple in one of the most powerful and prestigious sects in the FAIRY TOWN. Georgia was worried that she had no chance to appreciate the beauty of the card she was carrying. The card was plain white with the number glowing with golden colour. Shirley chose the number fifty card. “Those with number one and two climb on the first arena. And those with three and fours second arena. Those with five and six should climb the third one till the fourth one.” She said and in a split second, different ladies climbed on their respective stages to fight their opponents. She paid attention to the first