Chapter 13137 — The Regrets of the Great Emperors

Wei Zhao was instantly tempted.

To date, the Chaos Blade Force was the strongest trump card in his hand. If the blade force could be upgraded on account of this, it would mean his own combat strength would vault forward by leaps and bounds!

Wei Zhao hastily asked, "How does one go about collecting this stuff?"

Jiang Xiaoshang wore a look of utter disappointment at his stupidity. "Fool! I already told you—what you're collecting is the lingering regrets of the Chaos Great Emperors, so naturally you have to use Chaos Essence."

Taken singly, either of these two already stood in an unassailable position within the Enlightenment Realm. Should the two join forces, they would be truly invincible; unless legendary masters of the Foundation Establishment stage emerged, no one could suppress them.

Hearing the intruders' voices, Anna seemed to catch a glimpse of some remembered image in her mind, and she spoke the two names aloud.

As for the origins of the Great Emperor's Essence Blood and the possibility that a Great Emperor's treasure might lie hidden within it, Qin Lu had uncovered no relevant information, and could only rely on this method—casting a wide net to haul in more fish.

Old Mrs. Lu was not one to bow her head to others lightly. The old master had not yet been laid to rest, yet she had hurried over in such haste, enduring whatever treatment the Gu family meted out and refusing to leave—as though she were sincerely making amends.

Hearing Pei Qitang say this, Langhua's worries gradually dispersed. In this life she had studied medicine under Mr. Hu and had always taken her own pulse, and had found no sign of any deficiency-cold ailment. Many things had already changed between her past life and this one.

Still, compared with all that had come before, what Matsumoto Kameta was doing now was even more out of the ordinary.

After several attempts, they found they could not leave, and the survivors had no choice but to settle down obediently.

Reaching the foot of the withered mother tree, Tang Zhen slowly came to a halt. At the same time he reached out and gently stroked the dead trunk, a look of deep contemplation on his face.

On this trip to the Nameless Island, he had made a full circuit, and while he could not say he had gained nothing at all, at the very least he had not achieved his original aim: there was still no word whatsoever of the Chaofeng Dragon-Locking Key.

Even after Qin Lu stepped into the late Qi Refining stage, with his true essence grown richer and his sword-flight speed improved considerably, he still could not match the speed of an airplane.

"Let's go out and wander for a bit; we'll talk later." Li Ruyue dragged Yang Weitian along, insisting on taking a turn around the park.

For the moment he might not be able to outrun them, but he could not lose to them in fighting spirit, and still less could he belittle himself. He had to hold fast to one conviction: that Chinese racers would one day challenge the world.

Quan Yi was handsome to begin with, and once he put on a suit, the whole impression he gave was different. Yin Qiuran had always thought her brother and Zhao Linqi looked splendid in their suits—she had never realized that Quan Yi could look this good in one too.

Though it sat very ill with him, they had indeed taken her place, and he was in the wrong; Quan Yi said nothing more.

Given her disposition—never lifting a finger unless there was something in it for her—if she had no favor to ask of him now, she would likely have cast him aside long ago.

Now this fellow meant to shake him to death right there on the arena stage. In an arena match he could openly give the man a sound beating and vent this anger; once out of the Mystic Tiger, he would finish him off and have his revenge.

Who was Xiao Zhi? He was the renowned god-general of the Great Zhou, and moreover the heir of the Prince Rui's estate. This separate courtyard was famous far and wide—who did not know what it meant to Xiao Zhi?

"Don't ask, Qingsi. Making a wish is like praying for a blessing—say it aloud and it won't come true." Anran reminded Zhao Qingsi.

Long Aotian led his pug, Gale Leopard, back the way he had come, crestfallen. The roadblocks along the way had vanished—the Fu family's lackeys had finished their task and gone.

The poison smoke released by the enemy was thick, and made an excellent cover—at least, no one could make it out without drawing near.

"Once you find someone you truly like in the future, you won't find it boring anymore," Han Lin said abruptly.

This was one way she amused herself; after all, traveling through the Starry Chaotic Sea really was a little dull.

Even after she returned home with a sullen face and flung the hat from her head, the resentment in Lin Yun'er's heart had still not dissipated.