Chapter 150

Yu Xing didn't expect Jingdong to notice this small fry on his side.

Xu Xin anticipated that Yu Xing might strongly resist.

Liu Qiangdong hadn't imagined that Xu Xin, such a well-known investor, couldn't handle such a minor matter.

When he received Xu Xin's call, he even doubted whether Xu Zong had applied any pressure, and felt compelled to emphasize the timing of Jingdong's development: "Xu Zong, Jingdong and Suning must clash, but not now."

In the following time, Chen Hao calmly sat in meditation in the room. Of course, he wasn't cultivating magic power—Chen Hao wasn't stupid; magic power had hit a bottleneck, and cultivation would do nothing.

"Lord Hallmaster! Long time no see—your prestige has only grown since last we met!" Chen Hao stepped forward, clasped his fists in salute. Honestly, he had little personal connection with this Hallmaster; his real bond was with the Hallmaster's subordinate, Sun Zhishi. Seeing such warmth now, Chen Hao was unexpectedly flattered.

Luan Shilang snorted, presented the organized memorials to the Second Prince for review. After the Second Prince read them, the three took them together to Prince Yu. Prince Yu had no objections, so they submitted them to Emperor Jing'an.

When he finally used Hongchang Piaohao as a lever to secure imperial edicts opening new trade posts across multiple regions, suppressing bandits became inevitable. Now was the time for Xue Tingrang to fulfill his promise and purge the ghosts and demons from the gang.

"I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse game—it's not what I want!" Liu Huan slowly retracted the blinding golden spear, watching the Grand Elder and others scatter in panic. His expression grew darker by the second.

The King of Min's face changed instantly. He turned to Emperor Jing'an, who said, "I haven't seen your memorial." This was clearly addressed to Qin Fengyi.

Xuan Yue merely snorted and said nothing. He knew words were useless now. His earlier setback was largely because he'd underestimated this evil beast—a common psychological mistake among those encountering such creatures for the first time.

Fan A: Oh my god, that research center called a miracle worldwide was only established the year Bongbong got into university.

Luan Shilang whispered, "My lord, do you think this is the Emperor's intention—" and gestured subtly toward the Ministry of Revenue data.

"Puff!" The assassin flew backward, spewing a torrent of blood—dead instantly. Lin Yu slowly turned his head and walked toward the last remaining group. The overwhelming pressure forced them to kneel involuntarily.

In the end, Father and Mother followed the four black-clad men away, leaving Lan and Bai alone at home.

The seven-colored light faded, contracting inward toward the center, until in Yan Yuncheng's palm appeared a silken cocoon glowing with shifting, crystalline seven-hued radiance.

Unfortunately, Jiang Han had no capacity to resist—he could only swallow his anger and silently gather strength.

Wherever the medicine's power passed, Jiang Han's bruises faded at a visibly rapid rate. Even the blood marks quickly scabbed over, fell away, and healed.

"Of course—I know everything. But what exactly do you want to know?" Yueguang looked puzzled at the shopkeeper.

When the sky-wide purple meteor shower became so dense it could be seen as dazzling auroras even by ordinary people in the Wizard World, the Wizard World's countermeasures finally arrived.

Thin tendrils of black-green mist began to seep from Yan Yuncheng's body, emitting a strange, pungent odor that made one deeply uncomfortable. This condition didn't last long—Yan Yuncheng's trembling ceased, and Qingyan quickly helped him up.

Ink-black night, streetlamps dim and dull under the drizzle, distant lights flickering like dying candles.

Then came a crisp cracking sound—the strange blue light finally vanished.