Chapter 1183: Snow Emperor

"Lord Siming must be joking. I am but a mere junior; how could I possibly possess any clues regarding the Four Ancient Immortals?" Lu Yang retreated slowly, calculating a means of escape.

The chasm between the Tribulation Transmutation Stage and an Immortal could not be bridged by any artifice; just as he could crush Yang Kongtong, Siming could crush him.

"Oh? You recognize me?" Siming regarded Lu Yang with amused interest. Whether it was the Heavenly Emperor of Midheaven or himself, they were figures from three hundred thousand years ago, their visages long lost to the torrential river of history.

Beyond the arena, the faces of all the disciples froze in sheer horror. They knew full well that this middle-aged man who had arrived with such overwhelming aura was likely the supreme ruler of the Heavenly Dragon Academy's strongest branch, the Heavenly Rank Academy: Tianlongzi.

"You may come in," Sheng Fenghua replied with a smile, before proceeding to dismantle the bomb directly.

"What are you doing?" Li He asked me; he had only gone to deploy the personnel and remained ignorant of the finer details.

"Are there any survivors left among the garrisoned troops?" Si Zhanbei pressed further. The foreigner pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

The second reason was that they had bound Qin Ting; if they failed to release her as agreed, they would hold a handle over us, making it all the more inconvenient to strike.

As for the reason, she did not pry too deeply. She had only caught wind that it seemed related to the deaths of Si Zhanbei's parents.

"I feel as though the strength of my entire being has magnified dozens of times over, and my awareness of the surroundings has grown exceedingly keen. My spirit is in peak condition," Tang Xin said, carefully assessing the transformations within herself.

Inside the automobile, Dongfang Ding's voice was not loud, yet his tone carried a steadfast and unyielding resolve. His words seemed to possess a compelling magic, inexplicably imparting a sense of warmth.

Disciples who failed the assessment in this manner would, under normal circumstances, reappear at the Grand Assessment Ceremony to be re-evaluated. Clearly, Hao Chen and his cohort were no exception.

At times, I could not help but ponder a question. Xueqi was growing older by the day, and more beautiful; if there came a day when she truly fell in love with another man and wished to marry him, would I genuinely be willing to give her away?

The sudden, pervasive scent of blood caused me to release my bite. Beholding the grief-stricken eyes of Zhang Yunfei, I burst into a fresh torrent of tears.

Li Hui collected his wits, glanced at Yin Yun several times, and then hurried over to bind the wounds of the two men.

To speak of promising a lifetime, there was only the hair-pin gifted in her fifteenth year, yet she had long since denied her identity before Luo Chenyi. To speak of this now, would it not be a self-inflicted blow?

Just then, a sensation of cold wind swept toward Wang Po from behind. Channeling his primordial qi, Wang Po spun around and delivered a counter-strike.

These must surely be professional assassins of the martial world, arriving in haste to aid the Hexa-Sword Gang and the Hatchet Gang. Only assassins bore the habit of donning black veils before taking a life; otherwise, truly no one else would.

A tremendous roar reverberated down the entire corridor. Simultaneously, a green shockwave—utterly unimaginable to modern man—swept through the surroundings like a tempestuous downpour, collapsing walls and shattering floorboards in its wake.

"Nonsense! Is the Demon Realm a place you can simply venture into on a whim?" Luo Chenyi flicked his sleeve violently, his wrath towering. His handsome visage darkened with a frightening, icy chill.

Xinyan instructed Jiang Ping to arrange for guards to secure the steel mill and prevent any further mishaps. Next, it was time to consider the path forward: should they sell this plot of land, or develop it themselves?

Hearing Wang Po's words, they reacted swiftly, instantly producing all the treasures they carried upon their persons.

Before Bai Siyi could scrutinize the truth of the matter, the fierce sound of impact rushed into his ears. A sudden blackness veiled his vision, followed by a wild dance of golden stars; he had been struck brutally across the face.

At the same time, two cold corpses were placed inside a vehicle and stealthily delivered to the Song residence. Those two corpses were none other than Song Zide and Song Yingkang.

Though Zhao Yinyue's voice was soft, it exuded a calm determination, from which one could discern just how unshakeable her resolve truly was.