Chapter 149

None of these were worth his thought—he had to consider what to do next; this move of his was incredibly dangerous, truly a step toward paradise and a step toward hell, for it involved the assets of one of the Five Great Families, not something any common fool could touch.

From far away, as if across the other bank of a river, came the faint, aged sound of singing.

Alun felt no displeasure at such things; after all, they were private matters, with no need to explain them to him.

"No wonder the Grand Elder spoke so boldly—he's already become a god!" For a moment, several elders wept and laughed together.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang realized Qin Yang was mocking him; he clenched his fists, ready to teach Qin Yang a lesson, but after mentally comparing their heights and builds, Old Zhang wisely chose spiritual victory instead.

Yet this left Yan Xi even more confused—since ancient times, when had an Emperor ever needed the bride's own consent to make her Empress? Yan Xi tilted her head, looking up at the man before her with puzzled eyes.

She pressed her hand down, silencing the noise; Bernice was somewhat satisfied with the army's high combat spirit.

"Though I do have similar thoughts, I must admit this is commercial ethics. Few in the world could do what Old Balle did—I myself couldn't." It was unlikely she'd liquidate all her personal wealth if Biko went bankrupt.

The power of faith rapidly coalesced above the fortress, flowing endlessly into the divine shadow, swiftly transforming into Blood Domain divine power; under its nourishment, the divine core Alun had cultivated grew ever more lustrous and refined.

Roy and Ron could not fathom the man's true strength—"Could he be a God-King?" Roy couldn't help but think.

Zhang Gui had just arrived; seeing his eldest son standing there meekly, his facial muscles twitched and he said, "Son, don't meddle in this matter."

Yuan Wu-hui gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, but the sensation of ten thousand snakes entering his body was unbearable; he could no longer bear it and let out another thunderous roar.

She stepped inside and saw it was a suite; on the living room coffee table sat a large blue box—the very one she had brought.

The two exchanged a smile and moved forward swiftly and quietly; before they'd taken many steps, they sensed something odd, halted, crouched low, and saw a dark shape flying toward them from just ahead.

A few minutes later, the two stealthily pushed open the bedroom door and began their antics again inside.

Seeing this, Chu Feng said nothing—he burst out the door, knocking over several physicians carrying medical supplies along the way.

Moreover, as the senior disciple Liao Chen swept through challenge after challenge, the Golden Vajra Sect's reputation naturally rose again.

"When I've cured you, leave—go anywhere you like." Since the poison wasn't particularly potent, if she used her needles to concentrate it in one spot and drain the poisoned blood, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Tianyou and the others in the bushes were stunned into silence—had their Young Master escaped the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's mouth?

All that Ning Wang had struggled for years to obtain was stripped away by a single word from Emperor Jing; he had believed he possessed so much, believed himself formidable, never imagining he could lose everything so easily.

Yet the staircase above was utterly black; even the flashlight beam from the phone could not pierce it, as if it were a vast black hole.

Aotai Energy was funded by his father Xu Chongyi; he had once tried every means to extricate himself, but always failed. Now, seeing Du Jia's genius plan, he felt a mix of emotions.

Old Lady Zhao rambled angrily at Old Master Zhao, who uttered not a single word in response.

Zhang Jing was struck right on the head; the silver charcoal inside spilled onto the snow, emitting a sizzling sound.

As the tea entered his mouth, Du Jia felt a fresh, fragrant clarity permeate his being; he drew a deep, sighing "shuuu," feeling utterly at ease.

More and more people stopped running, fell to their knees, and bowed their heads, crying and begging for mercy alongside their own or others' elders.

At night, Lin Yu gazed from the rooftop at the village, its lights blazing bright as everyone prepared for the coming war. Reflecting on his life here—though he'd nearly died several times—the people had treated him well. Looking at the village, Lin Yu vowed silently: he would defend it at all costs, and make the enemy pay with blood for every drop of blood spilled.

"Long ago, the Holy Master trapped this Emperor in peril with a single son; after years of contemplation, I finally discovered the key to breaking it. Today, on the Holy Master's birthday, I have brought this Sea Soul Chessboard, and with the final position from that ancient game, I wonder—does the Holy Master care to complete this match with me?" The Sea Emperor lifted his gaze slightly, his eyes brimming with fierce combat intent.

"In this Mandala Manor, the most valuable treasures lie within my Langhuan Jade Cave—countless Wu Gong manuals, all collected by my late father," Li Qingluo said.

Yun Ting always obeyed her; if she insisted he leave, Yun Ting would surely make him go.

Huang Lie's words nearly made me jump—ghosts are coming to find me? If all these ghosts here came at once, I'm sure we'd be finished.

"It's fine, it's fine—I'll take you to get the money when I return, then treat your injuries." With that, Miao Jueyang rose to leave. "Brother, you're going to yell inside that place?"