1212: Chapter 359: Pangolin 1212: Chapter 359: Pangolin The dice fell, and just as the Gou Trigram was struggling fiercely, it suddenly stopped.
Caught in a moment of shock, then leaping with cheers from the three hexagram images, like a jubilant oriole circling around Tai’a Mountain.
As if it had completely forgotten the resistance and defiance from moments ago.
Betraying one’s lord…
turning to pledge loyalty to the enlightened one in a mere instant.
The gleeful Little Gou Trigram landed atop the Gou Trigram, trembling as it absorbed the Tao Rhythm.
Slowly, it began to consolidate its being.
Su He stood in the void, watching Emperor Luan.
Emperor Luan took a deep breath, his eyes not angry, but filled with sentiment: “Fellow Taoist, impressive tactics!
I said during the battle at Feng Zhong, Zhen Nan Wang had great things to accomplish.
Yet he failed to hold Feng Zhong battlefield, allowing allies to rush to aid Ancestor Flame.
I’m afraid his Kan Trigram was taken by you long ago, wasn’t it?”
Taking here meant not just seizing the Kan Trigram, but forcibly refining and making it one’s own!
The ownership of a hexagram responds to its master, in theory, it is impossible to be taken by force, even if not compatible, even with the hexagram right in front of them, a cultivator would be unable to see it.
Only when the hexagram reveals itself, does one have the chance to tame it.
Su He had already snatched half of the Kan Trigram.
Originally during Feng Zhong, he wanted Zhen Nan Wang to reclaim it, but now it seems Zhen Nan Wang was simply incapable; the hexagram’s allegiance had changed in the moment it was taken.
You naive child, misled me!
One hexagram taken away, and not a word was uttered!
Yet he dared to undertake heavy responsibilities, had it been the old Zhen Nan Wang, he surely would not have acted this way.
Truly, the lords who ascended after founding the kingdom are entirely different from the founding heroes.
If it had been the old Zhen Nan Wang, he would never have concealed a single detail in such a critical matter.
Emperor Luan shook his head and sighed; one misstep could mean the entire game is lost.
It seems the root cause started with Zhen Nan Wang, Seal Emperor repeatedly lost from there on.
If Zhen Nan Wang had not concealed, Feng Zhong would have had other arrangements, and with a different setup, the Buddhist realm could have gained another Bodhisattva, and Yuan Sovereign might have been subdued.
Then his ministers could have advanced further.
At worst, they wouldn’t have been involved at all.
Ultimately, no one could have imagined that Su He could subdue the hexagram as quickly as he snatched it away.
This wasn’t just a matter of taking one or two hexagrams, but utterly destroying all the Seal Emperor’s plans related to hexagrams, nearly completely disrupting everything to start over.
But would that Turtle give him the time to do so?
Emperor Luan gave a wry smile, no longer dwelling on that issue; it was something to consider later.
For now, he needed to handle the immediate troubles.
He rolled up his sleeves and tied his robe, readying himself in the posture of a Mortal Warrior preparing for battle, and looking at Su He with a smile said: “If fellow Taoist does not retreat, then let’s exchange a few moves with me.”
“You kill me or I kill you.”
Su He twirled the blade in a floral maneuver, looking at Emperor Luan: “Your Majesty is ready to fight to the death?”
I don’t believe you one bit!
If you were truly ready to fight to the death, Great Sun Tomb would have joined forces with Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor, betting their lives on not Suppressing him and Ji Feixue.
Emperor Luan sighed helplessly: “I have appeared, yet did not scare you away, and right before my eyes, you took away a hexagram.
Although the people below do not know what a hexagram is, they can still see that it is a treasure of the highest heavens.”
Emperor Luan shook his head: “In these past twenty years, the esteem I’ve accumulated over one hundred thousand years has been dwindling because of you.
Now, either I Suppress you, naturally regaining my prestige, or you defeat me, showing the posture of Suppressing eternity, letting the people of Seal Emperor know, it’s not that I am incapable, but that you are too strong.
Only then they will accept it.
There is no other way.”
Losing to Su He time after time, even he himself was holding back frustration, not to mention others?
After all, the opponent was just a little-known Little Turtle, but losing to Thai Zu—that’s a noble defeat!
If one can keep living through Thai Zu’s hands time after time, it’s enough to raise his reputation to the next level.
Too many people don’t care how brilliant your strategies are; they only look at the results.
The tactics of a Scholar are no match for the inspiring sight of a brute covered in blood splashed across three feet.
At this time, Emperor Luan needed to show his tremendously powerful Tao Cultivation.
Su He said speechlessly: “Doesn’t that mean win or lose, Your Majesty won’t be at a loss?
I fight tooth and nail only to bolster Your Majesty’s reputation?
Your Majesty is quite shameless.”
Emperor Luan burst out laughing: “Just teaching fellow Taoist a lesson, ‘face’ is the most useful thing for an Emperor, if a minister or official damages the Emperor’s face, it’s a capital offense, well-utilized can control those below you.
However, ‘face’ is also the most useless thing; as long as it can be exchanged for corresponding benefits, when it should be discarded, it is discarded.”
He looked at Su He: “You may convey this message to Miss Yi Ya.”
Su He chuckled; Ya Ya’s Imperial’s Tao is probably quite different from Emperor Luan’s.
He smiled and shook his head, making an inviting gesture: “Your Majesty, please!”
Although Su He engaged in casual conversation, he was already fully alert.
Emperor Luan should not be underestimated.
He’s fought with Wasteland Ancestor before, without suffering defeat, and faced Ji Feixue without showing signs of injury.
Su He knew that, at this moment, he was no match for Emperor Luan, but—so what?
After three days, even a Turtle deserves a second look; if he can’t win, he can at least bite a chunk of flesh.
“Come, fight!”
Su He’s intent to kill soared into the sky.
The glorious formation intent of Seal Emperor Great World was all consumed.
This was a power of White Tiger.
Somewhat similar to the Zhu Yan Clan’s tactics but not as sneaky as Zhu Yan’s, who would stay behind the scenes stirring trouble and causing wars to consume energy.
White Tiger was forthright and honorable.
Zhu Yan’s little tricks couldn’t hold a candle in front of White Tiger.
Su He challenged to a duel, his Horizontal Sword tracing a waning moon, slashing towards Seal Emperor Great World.
The crescent moon like a hook, accompanied by four comets.
Emperor Luan reached out and grabbed, turning mountains into pill-like spheres spinning before him to block the sword light.
A clash resounded, mountain shadows and comet phantoms exploded, morphing into shockwaves sweeping toward Seal Emperor’s side.
Emperor Luan did not hinder them, but instead lifted his hand and swiped up, raising the shockwave just above the height of normal people, allowing cultivators a close encounter with the enemy he faced.