Chapter 546: Dirty Fireworks!

If this were within the Empire’s borders, Alvin would have no authority to deploy the “Extinction Order,” a weapon of this level of annihilation.

But unfortunately, this is the Black Zone.

It lies at the edge of the galaxy, beyond the reach of the Star Torch’s light—not even the Inquisition’s reach nor the Emperor’s will can extend here.

“Judge Aldrich, thank you for your efforts,” Alvin said with a faint smile toward the projection in the bridge command room.

To possess a treasure mountain yet be forbidden to use it is worse than never knowing it existed at all.

Yin Cong’s long staff leaned against the table’s edge; the Mongols glanced at it and frowned. Under Yuan dynasty law, Han people were forbidden to carry weapons. A few Mongols moved to confront Lu Yin Cong, but the lead Han man said, “Don’t meddle.” The Mongols glared at Lu Yin Cong, then stepped back.

Upon hearing Lu Yuan’s number, the others turned their gazes toward him, curious yet skeptical—numbers within the top thirty were all high-ranking Snake-tier members, and he looked young, so suspicion was natural.

The later Soul Nurturing stage involves refining the soul and enhancing spiritual power. Though harder than the Qi Seizing stage, it is not vastly more difficult; anyone with even modest cultivation potential can complete it.

Qi Bao’s heart clenched at those words. Without hesitation, the Seven Stars of the Northern Dipper sword soul surged into the sky, wielding the unique aura of the Zhuxian Sword, striking instantly upward at the crimson skull hovering above.

“So… are you here to book the whole place?” Lin Xiyen blinked, having suspected this all along but never daring to ask.

On him, Xian Yingying sensed a sense of familiarity and reverence—deep, soul-level feelings, unrelated to cultivation level.

Clad in the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams robe, Qi Bao felt his flesh and soul guarded by an utterly mysterious force.

After entering the research facility, since Electric Two had prepared in advance, all advanced equipment had been hidden or shut down.

Hearing this, Zhao Yingbao stepped back, her face paling slowly. She gritted her teeth, glancing at Su Cheng beside her—he stood arms crossed, watching like a bystander, utterly indifferent—and her heart slowly darkened.

“Hss…” Ye Hua was about to answer when he suddenly felt pain in his leg and involuntarily hissed.

If last year’s trajectory continued, Wang Nuo could have raised his net worth to 200 million this year alone—in four years, he could have withdrawn 200 million at any time.

She returned home recently, and came back in low spirits—could that be why? I know Yue Tang likes Chang Yuan; having found her beloved, she naturally wouldn’t want to marry someone else.

Lin Feng looked at Baobao like this and suddenly recalled an image—whip, candles. If only Baobao had a whip in her hand right now.

Watching his hands move ceaselessly, Dong Ru’s heart ached, yet a sudden wave of irritation rose in her chest. She suddenly cried out, “Stop squeezing!” She tried to bend down and pull him up, but couldn’t lower her body, so she stretched her arm out, grabbing the fabric on his shoulder to tug him up.

But they won’t run far—they’re still wandering nearby, searching for new targets.

“The location is easy to find,” He Weiyeh said. “But Biwei, the Green Gang has members all over Jiangcheng. If they found Wutong Road, they’ll find other places too—so changing locations isn’t a real solution.”

Before, they never cared about their lives—death was instant, and all it brought was pain. But now, for the first time, they had an unexpected desire not to die—to return alive to Dumo City.

Wu Niangzi lived at the town’s western end, nearly across the entire town from Dong Ru’s home. With her swollen belly, she couldn’t walk so far, and she knew it herself. She nodded, bid Wu Niangzi farewell, and returned home under the servant’s support.