Chapter 13130 — Wei Zhao Spoke Up

The Apocalypse Emperor's eyes lit up. "You have a way?"

Wei Zhao smiled faintly. "Of course I do. Not only can I free you from his control, I can also let you inherit your past life's legacy, so that you truly rise from the dead and become a living, breathing Apocalypse Emperor."

"You mean it?"

The Apocalypse Emperor's heart was instantly set racing.

Had this come before, he would have dismissed Wei Zhao's words as so much hot air, but by now he had tasted the essence of primal chaos for himself—that much could not be faked.

Wei Zhao spread his hands...

Though the three-pronged assault of the Dream Team was formidable indeed, they could not get so much as a step closer to the enemy's crystal nexus before the enemy heroes wiped them out cleanly with ease.

At this moment, Han Tongji stepped forward from the Nanyang side, while Wang Tong came out on the Thai side; both men walked straight toward those soldiers.

The Unreasonable Monk and Huang Da led the way ahead, bringing Ye Xiaofeng and Shangguan Xue to the entrance of a grand hotel already built behind the Number One Tower Under Heaven.

Drawing talismans takes cultivation. For the more gifted, like me, it seems only a few attempts are needed before the talisman takes effect—and the main reason for that is that I have yin-yang eyes.

Had he not met Master Sun, he would most likely have gone mad to the point of death under that kind of attitude. Thinking back on the past, he still felt a touch of sorrow; Master Sun's words had in the end come true, but he surely could never regret it.

The magic treasure editor relied upon the system, and could be counted as the system's "built-in software"—naturally, it could run without any "network."

On the Wanhua Sect's side, many disciples' eyes gleamed, and up on the high platform, Yu Qingzi's hands trembled.

After a few words, each fell silent, until that Third Uncle came out; Young Master Cao pulled him aside and whispered a few sentences. By then Ye Xuan had already taken up the work she had left unfinished before, as though she had not seen the three people in the courtyard at all.

For those who lived through a story, the emotions are always far more complicated—and Wang Ning was herself somewhat complicated to begin with.

The moment the dk team's heroes emerged from the blood pool, the "Glorious Executioner" lost his balance; though he kept unleashing his ultimate toward the Dream Team's blood pool, gaps gradually began to show.

Ming'er kept pointing at this and asking about that, now and then trading a barb with Ziyi, while Ji'er chimed in with teasing remarks; the whole party chatted and laughed, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The group slowly moved forward, while Gan Ming did not show himself, still following unhurriedly alongside the beast cart.

"Eldest Senior Sister, maybe we shouldn't go!" Su Haoyue fiddled gently with the hem of her clothes and spoke up to stop them.

"All right, let's go!" With a cheer, Hua Jue was about to plunge headfirst into the sea below.

"A little. I've never taken part in a rescue operation on this scale." Su Mubai hugged his sniper rifle close and answered honestly.

With that, Gu Youran vanished into the passage like a gust of wind, appearing outside Black Rock—a place he had not seen in more years than he could count.

"Bah, sisters at heart, my foot—you're all cut from the same cloth, every one of you loves to bully people." Ji'er spat.

"I can't. My strength hasn't fully recovered yet—at most I can deal with those early-stage Emperor Realm experts. If peak Emperor Realm cultivators come looking, all I can do is run." The illusory figure sighed helplessly.

"So what if I bully you? You should be glad I bully you—accept it happily. Bullying you means I think highly of you. What, am I wrong? Are you going to betray our sect?" Li Tianya said.

Within the blood-red eggshell was a kind-faced old man with a full head of white hair; the moment he appeared, he looked with worry toward Nie Wufeng, not far away.

As for that ten-thousand-jin boulder, to Pan Yan, whose strength exceeded twenty thousand jin, it was no trouble at all—especially since he knew the Earth Escape Technique, a highly difficult escape art that let him sink into the ground at any moment.

Luo won this sparring match with ease, yet felt not the slightest pride, attributing it merely to the short time Wogin had spent in contact with Nen ability—never imagining that he himself had been cultivating Nen for less than three months.