Chapter 13174 — The Cost of Each Level
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It hardly seemed possible, when one thought it through.
Jiang Xiaoshang went on: "By my rough reckoning, for each level your Chaotic Blade Force rises, the Chaotic Remnant Crystal required will at least double."
Wei Zhao was deeply convinced of it.
As the master of the Chaotic Blade Force, even though he could not absorb the Chaotic Remnant directly himself, he could still sense the precise shortfall.
Wei Zhao sighed. "Then the gap in my Chaotic Remnant Crystals is rather a large one."
Once...
Zeth smiled, lifted a leg, and slammed Ye Leng brutally down upon his knee. With a scream Ye Leng's bone cracked with a snap; gripping him, Zeth swung him several circles through the air and then hurled him out with all his force.
"A trip is indeed in order—but not with me following you. Rather, you despicable wretches shall follow me!" Wan Qingchun said coldly, and then a powerful aura suddenly burst forth.
"You want to die!" Before the leader could speak, a man charged forward, his right hand knotted into a fist and driving straight at Su Chenyang's chest. The man was a full two meters tall and powerfully built, and the wind of his fist howled wherever it passed—clearly a cultivator famed for brute strength.
"Well struck!" the crowd in the hall cheered for Su Chenyang. Many of them were local residents; the Black Dragon Society's doings over the years had long earned their bitter hatred, and seeing the Black Dragon Society beaten, they were naturally beside themselves with excitement.
This contest, gathering every person of strange constitution and every zombie into a single game, was a duty that admitted no shirking even without any reward; and now that cultivation methods, crystal stones—all manner of rewards bound up with survival in the apocalypse—had been added, hearts surged beyond all restraint, and the fighting strength they unleashed was nothing like their ordinary days.
One must know that at this moment they were all running at full battle strength, their speed already no less than that of a fine steed of a thousand li; even Mu Tianyou was now circulating the Mu family's rare supreme art of the body, his form flickering through the cedar forest and darting far ahead in an instant, his speed in no way slower than the others.
One was a younger brother bound to her by blood, in whom her honor and shame alike were bound up; the other a man indifferent to her. Which weighed more and which less—Lin Xiaoxiao was not so foolish as to misjudge.
The sound of footsteps fell on the stairwell—'tap-tap'—somewhat urgent, utterly unlike the steadiness of the ascent.
A pair of lovely eyes, amid the wave-like thunder of applause, appeared utterly calm and composed. The corners of her mouth kept a perfect, faintly curving arc—so beautiful, so exquisite.
Yi Zhi Liu Ye gazed at Qi Long Hai, joy in his heart. Qi Long Hai was young, yet tough and resolute, beyond the common run of men. After himself, Qi Long Hai would surely become a figure who could command the winds and clouds.
And at the road's end lay that river, cutting straight through that great tree. The whole village was struck by baleful energy, and the most baleful of all was this: most of that energy had rushed upon that one tree. If the road were not changed, ghosts would haunt the place forever, for the whole village had been struck—so haunt it surely would.
Shi Quan was secretly delighted, and the nature of man was displayed in him to the fullest. Seeing that Li Xiaoshang no longer pressed him with questions, he too began to ransack the place.
As they walked on, Li Xiaoshang felt a tightness in her chest, her head somewhat heavy, and her steps grew slower and slower.
Her younger sister Ruili understood Cha Shi's thoughts, yet could offer no help; for the sake of their own safety she believed their earlier decision had been right—after all, what they had seen was only a part of it.