Chapter 108: Kill That Bastard (Requesting Monthly Votes)

So this remark was spoken right in Qiao Ze’s face, deliberately meant for the man to hear.

Zhou Qing barely dodged, and Wen Shi’an’s claw plunged straight into the wall, sweeping halfway through the stone before lashing out again at Zhou Qing.

“Heh, just lucky to break through consecutively—nothing much!” Xiao Ran smiled faintly, as if describing something trivial.

On the open ground before the Swordheart Hall’s main hall, a large cauldron rested quietly at the hall’s entrance.

At the same time, Qi Xiu figured out why this dish could produce a tree; though the exact details remained unclear, he understood the general principle.

Thus, the vast conference room was left with only Song Tianyao, Xu Pingsheng, and Yu Shiting.

With Ling Shiyu’s appearance, the entire venue erupted in wave after wave of astonished cheers, everyone surging toward her.

Regarding historical topics, no Korean older than a certain age would willingly argue—except the hotheaded Li Zongze.

Looking over, it was a golden pillar of light, stretching from earth to sky, radiating countless beams that illuminated a hundred li, transforming the land into strange scenery.

A dark green bronze fragment floated within the Fire Domain, driving countless people mad—they all knew the bronze fragment represented immense power.

After spending the entire morning, they finally uncovered a clue: the car had headed toward the highway, leaving only two possibilities—the Shengmalan and Qingtong City airports.

Shen Gong You, giving it his all, crushed two deep pits into the ground; as the surface shattered, his figure shot skyward like a bullet propelled by gunpowder.

“What?” Qi Yi grumbled. I didn’t want things to turn out this way either—I was so frantic I nearly jumped over the wall.

Squinting toward the bedroom, his exceptional physical attributes granted Shen Gong You sharp vision—he truly spotted a figure lying on the bed.

After finishing interviews with the three groups, Li Hui reluctantly approached Xu Xianjun. Though he spoke as if he disliked it, he actually liked it very much. He was a comedian, but he couldn’t be funny all the time—he wanted a break, and this man was the one who could let his mind rest.

On the other side, several sects from Group A had gathered together, apparently discussing something.

Unlike his main body, after breaking past level 100, his avatar evolved into a Hell Demon God—its strength was no less than that of an Enforcer.

You don’t know, but whether you know or not, I’ll always… Perhaps you dislike promises, but I’m still willing to keep doing this, regardless of whether you like it or not.

Should I just find a director and flirt too? But who else has the same level as this lecher beside me?

And this wasn’t an illusion—the dim patches were indeed areas he hadn’t trained; moreover, his body bore some black spots, all of them old internal injuries.

Si Nan subtly turned his wrist, and the tuft at its end trembled lightly, each soft hair brushing against her soles.

Thus, for the remaining two days, the National Youth Team suffered terribly, ending their friendly tour with losses.

Back home, after stubbornly removing her makeup, Le Jiarong stumbled drowsily onto the bed and fell asleep in a second. Only when five alarms chimed in succession with “Ode to Joy,” culminating in a full chorus that split her head open, did she reluctantly drag herself up—though her body was awake, her soul remained half-asleep.

Unlike the opening ceremony, this time most teams listened attentively as the leaders called out their names.

He understood clearly: the Divine General’s obsession stemmed almost entirely from Wanyan Zhuo. If Wanyan Zhuo could be slain, the Divine General would withdraw and avoid a deadly clash with the Four-Armed Naga Beast.

“No problem!” Yang Fei, as always, cheerfully slung her arm around Fang Su’s neck, and the two walked off like brothers.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chong’s hand was too hard—it jolted him into a scream. Those following him stared at each other in disbelief: the one hitting hurt more than the one being hit?

Another ten meters forward, Officer Li didn’t stop He Zhu, and the two officers couldn’t even cuff her.

After agreeing to come over for meals whenever they had time, Lin Chong escorted Liu Bailing home and even gave her dozens of pounds of wild boar meat. Her parents warmly invited Lin Chong in for a cup of coarse tea and a bit of casual chat before letting him leave.

When paying the bill after dinner, Jiang Jiaoxi reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a blue card hanging from a lanyard.

In this situation, Huangfu Ye seemed powerless, with no other options—regretful, yet helpless, he could only watch helplessly.

Tang Na sadly realized she understood nothing—but this seemed like something everyone else already knew.

She cried until she wanted to laugh, laughed until she couldn’t help crying again. She turned her head to look at the neighbor’s door.

Judging by aura and power, it was clearly a Heavenly Person level—but these auras lacked the unique signature of a Heavenly Person.

“Exposed roots will get chewed up by mutated beasts,” Zhang Shu said, his gaze fixed intently on Wei Qiang.

In the past, every time he returned to the island, the half-demon would rush out to greet him, pouting and begging for treats. This time, he waited half a while—but the half-demon never appeared.

Divine Might and Killing Intent both enhance physical strength, but differ fundamentally: Killing Intent is inward-focused, barely increasing outward aura, while Divine Might amplifies outward aura—each strike and motion draws power from the surrounding aura to enhance impact.