The Lightning Five-Link Whip

The virtual meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the instruction signed "King Anle" on the virtual screen. The green-haired representative of the Boswa Family twitched uncontrollably at the corner of his mouth. His previous arrogance had vanished, leaving only disbelief on his face.

"Has he gone mad?! Driving out all the foreign races? Does he really think our revered Venerable, the Universe Master, is just a figurehead?"

"A mere decoration?" someone sneered, their voice extremely low. "You dare send a message right now to invite your Venerable over and demand an explanation from the King Anle?"

For the sake of a bunch of troublemaking King Rank, do you think your Venerable would slap you or offer King Anle an apology gift?

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads, instantly extinguishing the restlessness in everyone's hearts.

Yes! He wasn't some idle prince with just a title; he was King Level held real authority over Heavy Treasure palace and guarded the Solar System! Such an existence had long stood at the top of the cosmic pyramid, King Rank giant among the five peak forces, a great figure who could make a star field tremble with a stomp of his foot.

These so-called "family members" were nothing more than dispensable descendants in the patriarch's eyes. To break ties with King Anle for their sake? Unless the patriarch's brain had been fried by scorching flames!

Moreover, the Expulsion Order included a special exception for pregnant women. In other words, it wouldn't affect the fundamental interests of any family. Discussions arose again, but without their previous confidence; only anxiety and panic remained.

Some were calculating the losses from the evacuation: the rare goods they had resold along the way hadn't even recouped their costs, and the properties they had purchased on Earth were now stuck with them, leaving them with nothing. Others were secretly cursing the captured playboys; if these idiots hadn't been so bored as to disturb the fishing King Anle, how could they have caused such a huge disaster!

Sun Ruowei, but her gaze was fixed on every word of the instruction, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest.

To be honest, she really couldn't understand King Anle's actions.

Although everyone present was at the World Lord Rank, no one could guarantee that there weren't any direct descendants with close ties to their family's patriarch, or any future prodigies who might be promoted to King Rank or Venerable.

Was it worth it to offend so many powerful forces at once just for a moment of anger? Would someone who has reached the level of King Rank be so unwise?

There must be some hidden story behind this!

"Manager Sun!" The representative of the Boswa Family turned around abruptly, his green hair trembling slightly with excitement. "Please say something! We've paid a huge residency fee to Virtual Universe Company! The company can't just sit idly by!"

Sun Ruowei her eyes, her cold gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Sit idly by? What do you expect Virtual Universe Company to do?"

"Are you suggesting we send powerful warriors, all of whom are King Rank, to argue with King Anle?"

She paused, then her tone suddenly became more serious. "Don't forget, King Anle's supreme security authority was personally granted by the Human Race's high command! His orders are ironclad within the Solar System!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the room!

Only then did everyone belatedly realize that the Solar System's status had risen significantly due to the rise of the Luo clan, and its security privileges were now superior to those of ordinary star systems, and even comparable to those of some High-level Universe Country!

The fact that King Anle was granted such authority must have been due to the tacit approval of the Human Race Council and even powerful figures!

"Then... then what about our losses?" someone asked, unwilling to give up.

"Losses?" Sun Ruowei's lips curled into a faint smile. "Compared to being hung in the sun and burned to a crisp, what are these losses?"

She slowly stood up. "My suggestion is to immediately carry out King Anle's orders. One year is enough time for you to dispose of your assets and leave the Solar System with dignity. As for those of your clansmen who have been captured—"

Sun Ruowei changed the subject. "Ten Hunyuan? That's a blatant insult. You'd better put together a sufficiently sincere compensation, at least 100,000 Hunyuan, plus a few presentable rare and precious treasures. I'll personally intervene; perhaps I can persuade King Anle to spare their lives."

100,000 Hunyuan!

Everyone gasped in shock; this was practically going to bankrupt them! But in the end, no one dared to utter a single word in protest.

Sun Ruowei ignored everyone's hesitation, cut off the virtual connection, and left the conference room. She needed to draft a report immediately to submit the situation of the Solar System to the company headquarters.

In her report, she would emphasize the legitimacy of the King Anle's orders and the potential value of the Luo family. This was not only to absolve herself of responsibility, but also to pave the way for her own future.

At that moment, she finally understood.

The disturbance to their fishing was merely an excuse. The biggest beneficiary of King Anle's Expulsion Order was clearly the Luo Family, the native Earth Human Race! This is the vision of a business strategist: when you can't see who is making the move, just look at who the ultimate beneficiary is, and the answer becomes clear.

Even the King Anle dared to place such a heavy bet, so what could a mere realm lord like her possibly hesitate about?

Buy more! Buy more at all costs! Borrow money, take out loans, even leverage it tenfold, I'll pour all my savings into Luo Concept Stocks!

Clever as I am!

Eleven months later, on the surface of the sun.

Thousands of foreign playboys, suspended in mid-air, are still enduring the scorching heat of the star's flames. The intense heat distorts the void, burning their clothes to ashes, and their flesh sizzles as it is burned.

Several powerful figures from top families, some at the Star Rank and even some at the Realm Lord level, finally reached their limit. They gritted their teeth, channeled all their divine Divine Power, and golden shields erupted from their bodies, attempting to break through the invisible barrier set up by King Anle.

However, under the crushing force of the forbidden power, the protective barrier was as fragile as paper, unable to even cause a ripple. Instead, it sizzled and quickly dimmed as it burned.

"King Anle! How dare you insult me like this! My family's Venerable Boswa, will never let you get away with this!" A green-haired man roared hoarsely, his voice filled with resentment. He was a direct descendant of the Boswa Family.

The void rippled slightly, and a figure slowly emerged.

King Anle was dressed in a black Daoist robe embroidered with Golden Dragon, the gold threads flowing around him, exuding nobility and dignity. He was also holding a fishing rod in his hand, with a large, golden yellow croaker hanging on the hook, its tail still swaying slightly.

It was obviously just caught.

He glanced at the green-haired man, a playful smile curving his lips.

Oh, it's the young man from the Boswa Family. An old acquaintance.

Back then, Venerable Boswa took advantage of Luo Feng's trial to secretly sabotage him. However, he didn't suffer any loss; he immediately informed his master. Without saying a word, his master went directly to the Venerable's door and beat him until he was bruised and battered, severely damaging his divine body.

I wonder if that old guy has recovered yet; most likely not. After all, once you reach the Venerable Realm, without the aid of Supreme Treasure, the recovery from the depletion of Divine Power can easily take tens of millions of years.

The master beats the elders, the disciple beats the younger ones. It's just right, a perfect lineage.

Tang Ping raised his hand and flipped it over, and a long Divine Power Whip, gleaming with silver light, appeared in his palm, with fine law patterns swirling around its tip.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Lightning Five-Link Whip!

A series of crisp cracking whips landed precisely on the green-haired man!

"Ahhh~!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the void. The green-haired man convulsed in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face, his heart filled with despair. He couldn't understand why this seemingly Pingping whip caused such excruciating pain, as if his very soul were being torn apart!

Tang Ping smiled slightly.

This is a secret technique unique to our sect that I specially obtained from my master a few days ago. It's the ultimate secret technique for disciplining juniors, only causing pain without injuring them, and it's perfect for beating up those thick-skinned and rebellious juniors.

His own son and apprentice haven't even had the chance to enjoy this "honor," but this kid is the first to try it out—he's hit the jackpot!

"Slap slap slap~" "Ahhh!"

Amidst the rising and falling screams, the foreign nobles around them, scorched by the flames, inexplicably felt their burning pain lessen somewhat.

They gritted their teeth and endured the pain, watching the green-haired man's agonizing expression, their lips even curving slightly upwards, almost bursting into laughter.

People, indeed, are afraid of comparison.

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