Chapter 149

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

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

Arun felt no displeasure at this; after all, it was their private matter, with no need to confide in him.

"No wonder the Grand Elder spoke so boldly—he's already become a god!" For a moment, some 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.

But this only made Yanqi more confused; since ancient times, when had an emperor ever needed the empress's own consent to marry her? Yanqi tilted her head, gazing up at the man before her in bewilderment.

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

"Though I've had similar thoughts, I must admit this is commercial ethics. Few in the world can achieve what Old Baler did—I myself couldn't do it." It was as if, if Bichong went bankrupt, she'd be asked to liquidate all her personal wealth—highly unlikely.

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 Arun 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. "Son, don't meddle in this matter."

Yuan Wuhui gritted his teeth, enduring the agony—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 found it was a suite; on the living room's coffee table sat a large blue box—the very one she had brought.

The two exchanged a smile and moved forward swiftly and quietly. But after only a few steps, they sensed something odd; they crouched low and saw a dark shape approaching from just ahead.

Minutes later, the two crept back and quietly opened the bedroom door, continuing their activities inside.

Seeing this, Chu Feng said nothing—he burst out the door, knocking over several doctors 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 once more.

"Once I cure 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 then drained the poisoned blood, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Tianyou and the others in the bushes were stunned speechless. Had their master just escaped the wolf's den only to fall into 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, that his strength was formidable—yet he never imagined losing everything so easily.

Yet the staircase leading upward was utterly pitch-black; even the flashlight beam from the phone could not penetrate 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 to no avail. Now, seeing Du Jia's genius plan, he felt a mix of emotions.

Old Lady Zhao rambled on, berating Old Master Zhao, who said not a single word in response.

Zhang Jing was struck directly on the head; the silver charcoal inside spilled onto the snow, sizzling as it landed.

As the tea entered his mouth, Du Jia felt a fresh, fragrant aroma permeating his heart and spleen; he took a deep, long breath, feeling utterly relaxed and at ease.

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

At night, Lin Yu watched from the rooftop as the village glowed with lights, everyone preparing for the coming war. He thought of his life here—though he had nearly died several times, everyone 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.

"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—using only the final position from that ancient game. Does the Holy Master have the interest to finish this match with me?" The Sea Emperor raised his eyes slightly, his gaze brimming with fierce combat intent.

"In this Mantuo Villa, the most valuable treasure lies within my Langhuan Jade Cave—countless martial arts manuals, all collected by my late father," Li Qingluo said.

Yun Ting always obeyed her; if she insisted he leave, he would unquestionably depart.

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

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