Chapter 13119 — Turning the Tide

"What are they doing? At a time like this, instead of trying to turn the tide, are they just going to stand there waiting to die?"

Elder Peng gave a cold snort. "Joining our God of Wealth Academy's battle royale with such a flippant attitude—I say we blacklist them all from now on!"

Zhao Gongming laughed. "Elder Wang isn't even anxious. How is it that you, Elder Peng, are the one getting worked up?"

Elder Peng said coldly, "I'm just calling it as it is."

The crowd exchanged glances and said nothing.

Everyone present was sharp-eyed, and naturally...

And from the look of him, it was obvious he had designs on Tang Jingyi—though none of this mattered to Qin Han, who simply chose to ignore him outright.

Feeling Yang Tianlong's gaze, the old man turned his eyes toward him. Their eyes met for the first time, and there arose a sense of mutual admiration, as though they had met too late.

"Hmph! Let me see for myself just how formidable an Imperial Ninja is." Watching the Imperial Ninja charge at him, Qin Han snorted coldly, his figure already moving to meet the attack.

"I don't know whether the Demon Emperor you speak of will spare me, but I do know that today, I will not spare you," Qin Han said, and a blade of space shot forth, ending the man's life.

"Let's go." Yan Qingchen's indifferent voice came. He lowered his eyes to her retreating back, then stepped slowly away in a direction utterly different from that of the Zhaohui Hall.

At this, Long Jiu's expression changed drastically, a trace of panic welling up in his heart. It was too bizarre—how had he done it?

Then why, just now, had she still eaten those pastries with such ease right in front of that girl?

Meanwhile, the black miasma around the Death Venom Python grew ever denser. Xiao Qiuyu could not even make out where the creature's true body lay, and could only judge its approximate position by the thickness of the black miasma.

Poor Hongwei had fallen so hard her arms and legs had gone numb. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she silently cursed the heavens for making her embarrass herself in front of the young master.

Yang Tianlong's cultivation had already reached the realm of an upper god, yet under the baptism of so much guiding holy light, his cultivation began to undergo a qualitative transformation.

A smile spread across Madam Ye's face as well; she only wished that these two girls could stay this happy forever.

Xia Yunmo nodded and was about to say yes when suddenly a green shadow darted out from beneath the quilt, shooting toward Xia Yunmo like an arrow.

"What's wrong?" The empress's face filled with alarm. She staggered back two steps, feigning unsteadiness, though in her heart she was overjoyed.

From deep within came muffled sounds, one after another. As though sensing someone had entered, the sounds ceased, and someone stepped out.

Qian Wanli was at a loss for words. He wanted to ask Chen Li what his plan actually was, so he could set his mind at ease, but Chen Li had already walked over to the stairwell and, standing before it, told him to head back first and that they would talk later if anything came up.

Lu Sinian's heart ached. He reached out and stroked Su Jian's pale face, then briefly told her what had happened.

Zhou Bin's eyes went wide, and he pointed at Chen Li, speechless for a long while, reproaching him that Xiang Qiuqing had already waltzed right in under his nose and Chen Li had still kept it from him.

For this investment promotion conference, the Yinghe Municipal Party Committee and Government had made meticulous preparations. By the time Chen Li and the others arrived at the banquet hall, nearly a hundred investors had already gathered there.

The silver-gray mask shook its head at Wu Liang, an ill-timed expression appearing on his face. The guide stood beside his master, his head turned directly to the other side.

Hearing the sound, Lingliang turned around and only then saw that they had arrived. She immediately set down the work in her hands and came over.

Above Hanhai City, atop the heavenly pillar, was a spatial node that led directly to Mount Zhaoyao. Xu Wei was quite at ease about it, and could easily slip into the sky curtain with little effort.

The dormitory building's matron was absent again, and he couldn't very well have her call Lin Jianxi down for him.

As emperor, one must balance power and, more importantly, win over hearts. Young Master Meng had a good father, so the reason for visiting his bedchamber was far too simple—so simple it required no thought at all. In fact, so long as he caused no trouble, the emperor would certainly treat him well.