Chapter 1186: Siming's Dao Fruit

"Haha, calling for backup didn't work, did it!" Though clueless as to why the Emperor of Mid-Heaven vanished after a single step, the Ninth-Tier Immortal wasted no time on details, striking while Siming was still dazed.

While Siming was still wondering why the Emperor hadn't crossed over, a blazing fist struck him dead-on, followed instantly by another of absolute frost, the rapid alternation of scorching heat and bitter cold forcing him backward, blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

Though Siming was bleeding, he had not actually sustained severe injuries, as his bone armor had absorbed the vast majority of the impact.

By now, almost all the various factions had arrived, including Long Yan'er, who sat beside Qingrou; yet, as of now, no one from the Snow Sword Sect had appeared, nor had Long Luo. One was the faction Long Qinging belonged to, and the other was her closest kin; if neither Long Luo nor the people of the Snow Sword Sect showed up, today would not be considered complete.

"Mom, how does he have a picture of you and me?" Anan said upon seeing the photograph in Liu Xinghao's hand—it was his mother's favorite photo, the one she always kept by her bedside.

Aside from that, there were supreme, peerless spiritual treasures; although there were only a handful of such sovereign relics in the entire universe, they did exist nonetheless.

In the past, we were accustomed to occasional bickering and casual chatter. Recalling the delicate relationship between him and Tong'er, I quickly put a stop to my thoughts.

Fearing that Niu Huiling would call to badger him again, Wang Youcai simply left the receiver off the hook, ensuring that even if she wanted to call back in, the line would be busy.

Seeing his opponent resort once more to a mutually destructive style, Chen Zhengxun was forced to alter his technique again, successively executing the "Vigilant Dragon Form" and "Submerged Dragon Form" from the "Slumbering Dragon Sword Manual," while Situ Xuanyin met attack with attack, unleashing "Slanted Shadows on the Waning Rainbow" and "Waning Rainbow Rejects the Sky" from the Remnant Rainbow Swordplay to drive Chen Zhengxun back.

Yang Yunhan actually utilized the inner breath regulation methodology of the "Soaring Dragon Form" from the "Divine Armor Scroll" to execute his lightness technique, successfully evading the fierce, coordinated strike of Fanji and Fandao.

"What exactly is a Demon Letter?" Yun Wanhua said, completely ignoring Qian Duoduo now while remaining quite courteous toward Lyu Xuan.

Li Motong smiled faintly and said, "You understand me that well?" Long Luo replied, "We've been through life and death together, after all; your disposition doesn't exactly strike me as the submissive type." Li Motong said, "Over these years, I've come to see things philosophically; as long as no one comes looking for trouble with me, I have no reason to make life difficult for anyone else."

Waved through, Lin Mu drove the car straight inside the moment the main gates opened, found a spot to park, and then grabbed his breakfast.

Yan Mifeng's tactical disconnect from the run-and-gun system finally laid itself bare before the formidable Oak Hill High School.

Zhou De explained everything methodically, displaying immense professionalism as he clearly articulated every single detail to the players without reservation, down to the natural spreading of the fingers and the mechanical logic behind applying force.

The masked youth remained expressionless, but the camera caught his steadfast gaze, a flash of unyielding resolve appearing and vanishing in an instant.

The tip of the blade brushed aside the plain silk veil, revealing that breathtaking, world-stopping countenance, the red-bean hairpin in her topknot shimmering brilliantly.

"It's all my fault. I knew full well she could save us, yet because of that damned fear, I completely cut off your chance of survival..." Ran Yang beat his head in self-reproach.

Dao Lang told her that if she wished to divest, he would buy out her five percent stake right now at the current market value of thirty million.

Zhang Ruofeng had always greatly admired Wang Yan, considering her efficient, accountable, and possessed of exceptional execution skills. Furthermore, she held considerable resources within the television industry; with such a general manager at the helm of Gold Typhoon, operations would undoubtedly run far smoother.

Seeing Min Yunshu nod gently in approval, Jincai and Bingren could only offer a soft murmur of assent, closing the bedroom door as they departed.

Immediately afterward, the Western All-Stars went on the offensive; during a stoppage, Duncan held the basketball and performed a stationary windmill dunk right in front of Sun Zhuo.

Those people had not believed the news of the Ancestor's return; however, seeing him boldly threaten to suppress the champion right before everyone's eyes, a sudden shift occurred within their hearts.

"Demonic Flame Air-Rending Strike!" A loud shout rang out as Dongfang Baye arrived, a sky-engulfing divine fire sweeping toward the two of them; both scrambled to resist with all their might, but having been caught off guard in their already battle-worn state, they nearly crashed to the ground.