Xu Zhiming coldly swept Ran Qiuyue a glance, then kicked her in the mouth.
Her front teeth flew out, blood streaming everywhere.
The sight made the few people nearby tremble inwardly.
Brutal, domineering!
All this time, Xu Zhiming had seemed like a sunny, handsome young man in their eyes.
His swift move to take down Ran Qiuyue had only added the impression of strength.
But now, it seemed brutality was Xu Zhiming's true core.
Especially Sister Lan, whose eyes brimmed with fear and envy.
This was what a man should be.
Nangong Ya coughed softly twice.
"What do you think? Handsome, right?"
Sister Lan nodded.
"Handsome."
"He's mine!"
Sister Lan lowered her head and looked at Nangong Ya.
The girl's face was pale and her breathing weak, but her gaze was like that of a calf guarding its food.
Alright, alright, so this was how they were going to chat.
There was nothing left to talk about.
Seeing that Nangong Ya could still declare her claim, Sister Lan stood to one side and began recovering as well.
The others glanced at Ran Qiuyue, who was writhing on the ground and whimpering in terror, then shook their heads.
Those who brought disaster upon themselves could not escape death.
After joining the Demon God Cult, even if someone killed her on the spot, they would not be blamed afterward. They might even receive a reward.
Everyone had the right to execute members of an evil cult.
Many Foreign Races supported certain evil cults within Great Xia to stir up trouble.
Killing cultists was equivalent to killing Foreign Races.
Xu Zhiming ignored Ran Qiuyue.
He walked straight to Nangong Ya's side and reached out to examine her condition.
She was basically stable now. After resting and recuperating for a while, she would recover.