Regret was out of the question, of course.
Besides, Yang Qing would not regret it.
Every opportunity he gained meant he had to give something in return.
It had always been an equal exchange.
Only this time, the price he had to pay was rather steep.
So steep that he could not bear it at all.
Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others, who already knew about the changes in Yang Qing's body, all looked at him with concern.
Although the Bloodline Mark Emperor Zhetian had used to control him was now gone, the dangers he faced were multiplying.
Before, Emperor Zhetian might have considered letting Yang Qing nourish his body and waiting a few years before using it.
But now that bond had been severed. Emperor Zhetian must already have known something had changed, and he might even have been on his way here already.
"Even someone as powerful as Emperor Zhetian has a weakness."
Jiangli looked at the silent group and suddenly spoke.
A weakness?
Right now, they wanted to know exactly what weakness Emperor Zhetian could possibly have.
Then they could figure out how to deal with him.
If they refused to fight, there would be no hope at all. If they fought, they might still find a path to survival.
"Of course he has a weakness. But for you to exploit it, you might have to pay with your lives."
It might cost them their lives, and more than one at that. Were they going to do this?
Yang Qing narrowed his eyes. "We are. Of course we are. We're dead either way, so we can't let Emperor Zhetian return to the Heavenly Realm so easily."
He had committed far too much evil in the Mortal Realm. Someone like him belonged in the Eighteen Levels of