Chapter 103: Clash in the Golden Hall

Year 537 of the Holy Sun Calendar.
The Myriad Demon Kingdom, Andong City, the Demon Emperor’s Palace.
Solemn, majestic, and resplendent with gold and jade.
The Great Sage Golden Ape sat high upon the dragon throne. In her left hand, she held a diamond-patterned mirror, tilting her body to the side. Every hour, she would gaze at her own beautiful reflection with self-admiration, and every hour, she would cast a seductive glance down at the civil and military officials in the golden throne hall.
Listening to their various reports, a smile graced her enchanting face.
"Report!..."
Suddenly, a demon soldier shouted aloud, rushing in like a whirlwind.
"Report! A grave disaster! Murong Yan and Ye Feng have led the enemy forces to shatter the Myriad Demon Netherworld Formation. Left Chancellor Tuo Libao and Miaojun, the mistress of Falling Goose Ridge, have been captured. The Nine-Headed Vulture..."
Chen Xiuhua heard a familiar voice; she looked up, but the sunlight reflected in her eyes, and she could not yet recognize who stood before her.
In a baby-cup tournament, the game character's natural talents provided such a massive advantage; he truly could not accept the result of being swept three-to-zero by his opponent.
After briefly orienting himself, Lin Qian'an transformed into a streak of colorful light and vanished instantly into the horizon.

Odin, too, was stunned, his eyes wide, never having expected that Sun Wukong could shatter his divine power shield with a single blow.
Could it be that the protagonist maintains his innocence and acts as he pleases only because he relies on his overwhelming personal strength?
Furthermore, the master looked calm, appearing not to have suffered much injury, and even beckoned to her.
He was dressed in exquisite attire, his black hair slightly curled at the ends, and a long sword hung at his waist, making him look exceptionally handsome.
Li Cuihua had been pretending to wipe away tears, but upon hearing Lin Xiao target them, she could no longer keep up the pretense. Baring her teeth, she spat, "What right do you have to say that about us? Do you have any evidence? He died because it was his time; he was coughing, coughing, coughing every day—isn't it normal for him to be dead?"
When encountering temptation from others, one can pretend to agree first and then act according to one's own plan, catching them off guard.
The moment I saw the text message, I do not know why, but my heart began to race. I looked up at the scene of slaughter ahead, steadied my emotions, and then opened the message.
With a flash of light, Mother Qin appeared behind the mutating ten-tailed 'Tang Xuan' in mid-air, her face cold. Her crimson eyes, like those of a demon or a ghost, stared at the neck of the person in front of her, and she struck out with a palm as fast as lightning.
Old Li, that treacherous servant, was usually the one she found most useful to order around, and it was often Old Li who devised ways to torment the useless Tang Xuan. What had happened to him today?
In this way, if the Chinese special forces engaged them in a counter-offensive, Makar would face less pressure, and by coordinating with the military's strength, it would be even easier to wipe out the Chinese.
Ruixue shared her suspicions with Bai Jinli. Bai Jinli looked at his mother, who had closed her eyes and fallen into a stupor again, his brows tightly furrowed.

She looked down to find only an empty teapot; even the bottom of the teacup was clean, the milk tea having been drunk to the very last drop.
At this moment, Si Chengtian looked at the corpses on the ground. Although his reason told him such sacrifices were inevitable, physically, he still disliked witnessing such a scene.
"It's not sudden. He was prepared to come last time, but I had gone to Jiang Family Village, so he didn't come then; he went to Jiang Family Village with us," Mrs. Jiang said, waving her hand.
George’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the Pope, having placed all his hopes on him, wishing for a definitive answer to calm his restless heart.
At the awards ceremony, she held her gold medal high and scanned the audience, seemingly searching for the location of Chang Yi and Kong Yixian. She wanted them to see her victory—it would be better for them to speak to a champion with a little more respect.
His formerly clean-shaven chin was now covered in short, stubbly whiskers, making him appear more mature and despondent.
"Sister, do you want some sugar water? Mom is brewing a bowl for me every day now." He hurried off in a panic to look for the white sugar.
To call it simple is because, to restore her body, she only really needs to rest and recuperate.
"My teacher actually has this illness?" I was truly so shocked that I could not say a word. I never imagined that my teacher would have such a serious condition; if the school found out, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his job.