Chapter 13160 — If I Tell the Whole Truth, Its Beheading Mechanism Itself Is Also Doomed—It Is Only Fit for Delivering the Final Verdict

That being so, piling every last scrap of his limited resources onto the Beheading Blade alone would be something of a waste.

Better by far to upgrade the other Chaotic Blade Forces first and thereby acquire more decisive trump cards.

And second, this was not entirely a choice made by Wei Zhao of his own will.

Every crystal of Chaotic Residue refined from those remnants harbored a different essence of martial learning within it.

Of the four great Chaotic Blade Forces, the one responding most strongly at this moment was the Earthquake Blade.

To put it another way...

"If I tell the whole truth, will I still be allowed to live?" Dioke asked with difficulty.

If one were forced to pick at nits, it would probably be that Aierlike's height was about two centimeters taller than that of the male lead in Blade-Tip Demon Realm.

How long had it been since he last wandered into a dungeon, since he last took a single piece of gear he had produced himself? He would go take a look this time; the party before him might just need a healer with ample healing output.

Fortunately, Weng Meiling had practiced a bit of fist and foot work with Feng Yifeng in the past; ugly as it was, she still had some reflexes. When the prop blade slashed over, she dodged clear of the vital spot at her eye, so the blade only cut her left brow ridge. It simply bled a fair amount and looked frightening; in truth the injury was not serious.

But Song Jie clasped her hands behind her back, lifted her chin, and put on a somewhat angry look. "Still, come to think of it, Senior's eyes are very dishonest! Shishi was not wrong at all—Senior is good in every way, just a bit lecherous!" Her tone was angry, but her eyes hid shyness and laughter.

"Your chest shape is very good, not a problem in the least; just drink the divine water regularly and you will be fine," Fang Tianfeng said.

The others were shocked and uneasy. The Ninth City Lord parted her red lips slightly and said something that made everyone gasp; one after another they pulled away from her and retreated backward, lest they draw their own lightning tribulation.

Guo Mingliang had already risen to his feet with his wine cup in hand, and at these words he froze in awkward embarrassment where he stood.

Fang Tianfeng stood right in front of Song Jie, wanting to step back to avoid suspicion, but little did he know that Song Jie suddenly thrust out her leg and clamped it around his waist.

The India Region had chosen the former for some unknown reason. They did not rush to confront the strongest faction in the northeast, but instead launched a national war against the servers of the Southeast Asia and Africa Regions.

"My name? You are not worthy to know it." Chen Kuang shook his head lightly and looked about him; but when his gaze fell on the dying Zhantai Yumen and Tie Yan, he frowned ever so slightly, imperceptibly.

"Hear the order, all three armies!" At this moment a somewhat aged voice called out, and a man in golden-yellow armor strode forth, broad-shouldered and tiger-waisted—none other than General of Pacifying the Captives, Nagu Siqiha.

"Why did you not tell me sooner that you were unwell?" Ling Yurou was heartbroken. Blood still lingered at the corner of Nangong Moyun's mouth; she took a silk handkerchief and gently wiped it away for him, so pained that tears welled in her eyes, on the verge of spilling over.

At their patron's word, the thugs answered with a mighty roar, and with fierce, wicked faces and flailing hands they made to drag Ling Yurou out. Seeing so many bear-like paws reach toward her, Ling Yurou secretly circulated her true qi, thinking to give them a good thrashing.

"Then, Rou'er, go on and tell us your plan as well," the Empress said, a faint smile on her lips as she raised a hand and gestured slightly.

Xu Qiao, however, frowned, gave Chen Kuang a deep look, and then, thinking of the changes Chen Kuang had brought to the second team, nodded lightly.

Once I had finished laying out my idea for everyone, we parked the car in front of the shop and made ready to go in and clear the shelves.

Though the life of a pioneer had always been steeped in blood, at this moment Leng Yan thought of his former self—had not the dark training of those years likewise lured in those greedy orphans who longed for a warm home, and trained them in that filthy place reeking of slaughter and blood?

Memory came rushing back all at once, and Luo Tianqing suddenly recalled many things—recalled a sentence her mother had spoken to her long, long ago. And now it was being repeated once again.