Chapter 110: The Failure Child with Dreams

Several associate editors looked exceptionally weary.
After reviewing the manuscripts in their hands, each was allotted a few recommendation slots, and any work that made it into the top five would be eligible for publication.
Such achievements would count toward their performance bonuses.
Therefore, everyone took the review process extremely seriously.
Yet, they had to finish before the deadline, which meant these past few nights had been spent working overtime.
Li Ming was among them.

"Amon?!" Hu Yi and Li Baoqing felt a sudden tension in their hearts, though not particularly fearful. Although both had heard tales of Amon from the market owner, they had never actually encountered him in the market. For a moment, they couldn’t imagine how he differed from the patrol special police officers they’d seen outside.

Though the man was a stranger to him, the voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he’d heard it before.

"Damn it! This is ridiculous..." Hu Yi cursed under his breath, hands on his hips, uncertain what to do.

According to daily routine, Spider would summon a certain number of followers each day, train them, and hone his divine powers.

If word of this got out, it would surely cause a bloody upheaval throughout Donglai Province! Huang Dongming felt incredibly fortunate; even if he couldn’t befriend the other party, he would never provoke them. If possible, he would do his utmost to recruit them.

These three were from the Mortal Realm. What did that imply? Had the Heavenly Law truly recovered? If so, wouldn’t more cultivators ascend from the Mortal Realm soon?

When her divine strength was weak, Bingli’s desperate counterattack could shatter the hard shell of minor foreign gods. Now, targeting silver and gold-level followers with the same move—even though these followers, united as one, had greatly enhanced defenses—they still stood no chance.

Two overwhelming auras descended from above like the wrath of heaven, forcing the entire fox clan to bow their heads, unable to lift them.

When Jiang Sheng accepted the business card, he noticed a faint trace of perfume lingering on it. For some reason, his face flushed instantly.

Thus, the five sentinels acquired by the Seer from Domino the Cosmic Merchant were five razor-sharp blades for assassination.

"I don’t know!" Pang Chunyang shook his head, bewildered as to why the other party would propose such an idea to the Pang family. Everyone considered it impossible, yet it was being voiced—wasn’t that shortsighted?

"If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish." Ouyang Bao strode forward, seized King Qiong’s collar, and raised his fist like an iron cauldron.

Yet, the young man in sportswear showed no reaction to the crowd's response, as if they didn’t exist.

Wang Yan reluctantly freed herself from Xiao Long’s embrace, wiped her tears, and spoke between sobs.

The special moves were all simple; Chai Hua had performed this action countless times, and it had become second nature. Why? Because too many people, relying on their skills, tried to show off in front of him by kicking at his chest.

Wang Jian’s carefully devised plan failed completely. After soaking in the water for nearly two hours, his skin was pale—what should he do?

Watching her bold toast, Gao Jun could only smile wryly. Once this person set her mind to something, she approached it with skill—even drinking had become a game of cunning.

Huang Jianchao was instantly filled with joy and determination, even more resolved to follow his leader’s instructions.

Celestial Spirit Liquid’s energy was wild; taken directly, it would severely damage the body’s tendons and veins.

The staircase had already burned away. Wang Yan, carrying Dugu Mei’er, hesitated at the landing before leaping from the second floor. He managed his balance well, landing with both feet, but the floor was already burned through—his legs sank halfway in, and another puff of white smoke rose.