Chapter 1184: Stepping on the Taiji Diagram

"Ah?" Xue Shilou management thought his ears had deceived him.

"What did you just say?" Xue Shilou repeated, his voice laced with cautious trepidation.

He had raced against time to forge a new law, all for the sake of imploring the Snow Emperor to save Lu Yang.

"I am merely a half-immortal; I cannot best a true immortal," the Snow Emperor said with absolute gravity, seeing nothing amiss with his words—if anything, it would be strange if he could defeat one.

The Far North was inherently desolate, its population vastly dwarfed by the Central Continent, the Buddhist Kingdom, and the Demon Domain.

Diya had chosen not to leave, and since Yang Chong and the others felt too embarrassed to depart after it was brought up, they had remained here ever since.

Waiting until Xia Xin had nearly finished chewing the sour plum, Xia Wanwan extended her right hand beneath his lips, her palm cupped in a silent gesture for him to spit the pit into her hand.

To Shu Rui, Shen Yushu was nothing less than a savior who had rescued him and preserved his household, a benefactor of supreme grace.

With only ten minutes remaining, virtually nothing could be altered; they were short by one group, and even if that group returned, it would scarcely shift the outcome—such was the universal consensus, and if that group failed to return, it would have no bearing on the result at all.

I walked inside and stared at the television screen, which displayed footage of special police preparing to storm the docks; to my surprise, it was actually being broadcasted, with the reporter stating that this was likely criminal activity carried out by underworld forces within the harbor.

However, she possessed an innate sensitivity to sound; though Xia Xin had tried his best to lower his voice while speaking to Yang Tian, she awoke nonetheless.

Xia Xin felt a flush rise to his cheeks, only to notice that Xia Wanwan's face was redder still, the crimson hue flushing all the way to the tips of her ears.

Those currents of true dragon qi initially sought to offer some resistance, yet they held for less than a fleeting breath before being utterly swallowed by that overwhelming, bloody aura.

Lin Yu was deeply perplexed, for he retained no memory of what had transpired after being consumed by the demonic energy, though by now he had pieced together a few fragments, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to the time of Mo Daozi.

"Humph!" In the blink of an eye, Liansheng vanished from the grasp of the Iron Wheel King, reappearing behind him to summon the Five Thunders Talisman; a bolt of lightning as massive as a bushel cascaded from the heavens with a thunderous roar, incinerating the Iron Wheel King's black garments and exposing a glowing, ruby-red torso—he was indeed a man of iron.

Shimmering green light flickered across the silhouette of his palm, and as it swung, it whipped up a misty shroud of green vapor, so potent that even Qin Ming's Golden Core Domain began to hiss and corrode beneath its touch.

Such was this granary of the realm, a place of paramount importance within the Great Wilderness that held sway over the sustenance of millions, yet it displayed an extraordinary, joyful surprise at Mu Yuncheng's arrival.

A world-shaking crash resonated as the scar-faced man unleashed a heavy fist, only for a green barrier of light to instantly materialize and obstruct his blow.

Discerning her anxiety, Qin Wan spoke softly, "You need not overthink this, Madam; I deduced it entirely on my own."

The beam of light shot forth, transforming into a elongated stream of radiance that struck the dragon-howl barrel of the mechanical arm with a sharp, metallic clang.

A trace of resentment lingered in her heart, yet beholding Qin Wan's painfully gaunt and skeletal frame, she ultimately could not find it in herself to reproach her.

"Alright then! Just wait a moment," the manager said upon finishing his sentence, before turning to go inside to find Director Du, Du Pengsheng.

"Hello, Uncle Gen, it has been a long time. How has your health been lately?" Cheng Nuo stepped forward warmly and enveloped him in a close embrace.

Thus, the original host had not actually starved to death; she had consumed a poisonous wild fruit and had been violently poisoned to the end of her days.

The sole comfort left to him was that the reigning Emperor was a benevolent sovereign who would not lightly put his ministers to the sword.

Jiang Yi was utterly dazed by the blow, clutching his burning cheek; to think you would strike me even in this state! He swung his hand back, delivering a sharp slap right in return.

Far away, a hundred miles distant, the audacious Su had never imagined that the entire elite force he dispatched would be left behind forever in the depths of these mountains by such a method.

While Han Ke, Huang Yue, and the others played games and drank wine, a slightly tipsy Zheng Qing picked up the microphone off to the side, selected her favorite songs, and began to sing softly and unhurriedly.