Chapter 927: The Urge to Kill (Bonus Chapter for the Lord Who Doesn

After confirming this thought, Mo Hua's killing urge finally receded slightly.

Only after the killing urge receded did Mo Hua suddenly realize:

"How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly wipe out a Mo Sect brimming with third-grade Jin Dan demons?"

Just now, his decision was impulsive; now that he'd come to his senses, he felt it was wildly arrogant.

But his inner killing urge still churned restlessly.

The thought of "slaying demons and eradicating evil" stirred again.

"Was Wen Hou just let off scot-free?" an interviewer from Qin Nanxing couldn't help interrupting the press spokesperson.

Lin Miao was startled by his cold gaze, and also by his words: "If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place"—what did he know?

Amid the sound of shovels scraping against earth, Zhang Wei and the First Battalion Commander Qiu Wei, and the Second Battalion Commander Mu Chao, inspected the troops from behind the frontline; Zhang Wei continuously questioned Qiu Wei and Mu Chao about their training preparations.

The preparation unit, as the vanguard, sprinted forward at full speed; Zhang Wei made up his mind, ordering the troops to forcibly shove aside anything blocking their march on the road.

From the moment the order was issued, all units worked day and night constructing fortifications and preparing for battle.

Qi Lin saw this promotional video when he finished training and was about to rest.

When the Japanese counterattacked, the distance between the first and second defensive lines was wasted—requiring fresh casualties and extending the attack distance; Zhang Wei and his men had no intention of allowing that.

Then, under Andre and Albert's leadership, they surged forward like a flood.

Gray felt a pang of sorrow; she had truly come to fear separation—these years of waiting had tormented him, but she was no less burdened than he.

"Exchange successful. Please actively complete your mission." As if fearing she'd change her mind, the System rushed out these words.

Inside, Ling Ling saw why the shouts and screams had been audible from outside—every cell was packed with people.

Each value exceeded the normal range by dozens, even hundreds of times; several reached life-threatening levels.

The place beneath the graveyard was an extremely peculiar location—it could be called false, or true, or a boundary between illusion and reality; reaching it depended entirely on luck.

When Wang Zhu appeared slowly in Ling Yan's line of sight, Ling Yan walked forward smiling; the palace gate guards blocked him with their halberds—without the Emperor's decree, even an imperial envoy could not enter.

Because Le Xi left no room for compromise, their in-laws lost face and were enraged; worse still, the in-laws, having been humiliated and with no one else to vent on, took out their anger on whom? Themselves, of course. If Le Xi hadn't meddled today, how would they have been so terrified?

His eye for goods was sharp; what he chose sold extremely well abroad. Besides the twenty thousand taels of silver he brought home, he still held a large stockpile, waiting for the right moment to sell.

The fugitives were the so-called Four Tigers of the Southwest; today's Four Tigers were even more broken than two days ago—recently caught by the Yang family, they'd fought again, but in the end, one of the Four Tigers lost an arm, and the other three were barely clinging to life.

Because A Da's appearance would draw too much attention and panic, Ian did not bring him out through the main exit; instead, he arranged for someone to secretly escort him through a hidden passage to the car to meet him—so when he walked out of the airport with An Xiaoxiao, he saw this utterly adorable scene.

To obtain a chef's license, one must first complete no less than the required training hours at a state-accredited vocational institution, then intern for at least two years at a designated training unit.