Chapter 48: Annihilation

“If the head of the Su family and the head of the Jiang family were to unite, then the Jiang Alliance would truly become an impenetrable force. Should they join hands and strike with their full might, I fear even the Long family would find themselves driven out of Jianghai City in defeat.”

“Tsk, tsk, I must admit, the Su family head and the Jiang family head do make a fine couple—talented gentleman and beautiful lady!”

“Hush…”

The wounds on Li Kai, Wen Dean, and Chen Mingtai were not severe; their experience far outstripped that of Chang Lin. Yet the three old blood wolves offered not a word of advice to this unit, watching only as he gave his commands.

This was because Ji Ruyan had deliberately taken a mirror and come to stand before her, a look of unspeakable disdain upon her face.

Of course, all subsequent arrangements were handled by those below. Whether it was Ouyang or Zhiyun, neither had the leisure to interfere. Now that this false He Zhengyan had so many resources at his disposal—and being no fool himself—it would be difficult for him not to stand out or escape the notice of the new emperor, who was wholeheartedly seeking worthy talents.

At last, noting down the address of “Film & Television Weekly,” Chu Luoxi’s spirits lifted just enough for her to begin pondering how to handle tomorrow’s interview.

“A senior assistant can’t handle an agent’s duties,” Lan Lun replied, still expressionless, making Chu Luoxi wonder if the fellow was perhaps incapable of emotion.

Zhiyun pressed her forehead. It was from that moment she began to lose faith in the Main God. Just look at the Main God in “Endless Terror”—when would that one ever make such absurd mistakes?

Moreover, staying here would surely mean being used by Tang Mu’s faction to deal with certain troubles, which would inevitably delay her cultivation.

Yun Yi glanced at the gate, then at the two figures ahead, hesitation etched across her features. At last, she stamped her foot and chased after them.

“Don’t try to stop me!” Seeing Yan Cangqing and Emperor Yanwu still barring his way, Bai Ziming roared in fury, his eyes flaring crimson as a surge of violent energy burst forth from him.

From his tone, it was clear that Lu Ping was a regular here, and many in the crowd recognized him.

Furthermore, with Yi Zhonghai present, whether at the steel mill or in the courtyard, he would reap great benefits; offend the man, and life would become unbearable.

Han Yu hung her head, biting her lip, as though a sudden pain had seized her heart, yet she said nothing.

With a thunderous explosion, shards of icy and verdant light scattered, radiating outward. Then, with renewed force, Yin Junfeng unleashed a surge of green light, overpowering the icy glow and producing an even mightier blast. The shards of ice were rent apart by the explosion’s force, dissolving into mist and vanishing into the air.

Akin held a thick, brick-sized blue ledger, seemingly checking items one by one, all the while skillfully directing the handful of servants bustling about without so much as glancing up.

Back then, Zhou Manhui had taken a fancy to Ji Tingyang, and the entire evening banquet was spent looking for opportunities to strike up conversation with him.

Magistrate Zheng was left speechless; for such an incident to occur within his jurisdiction was clearly a mark against his own reputation.

Soon after, Zhong Xing, Zhong Ling, and Tie Xiangxue came to stand beside Yin Junfeng. As the radiance of his spell touched that yellow light, a circular glow enveloped them, lifting them all upward.

They were no match; the assassin was far too powerful. Even after expending nearly eighty percent of his spiritual energy, Fang Zheng stood no chance of resisting.

Tonight, there was no moon, and the stars had lost their brilliance. The grandest brothel in the capital welcomed wave upon wave of guests early in the evening. Lanterns swayed, and the air buzzed with merriment.

Upon receiving Chen Rong’s message, she leapt from her bed, quickly dressed and made up, summoned her bodyguards, and stood waiting by her phone.

There was no time left to have a new dress made, and Yan Yun’s wardrobe, though ample, was mostly white; seldom did she wear garments of any other color.