Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 898 Regret
That night.

Rong Lie's caravan and Bai Shang rushed back to Xiqi overnight.

Han Zhan, whose plan was initially completed, stayed in the Quanrong and was warmly received by the Quanrong.

Because of the bet with Rong Ao, the scene where Han Zhan killed all the Molten Giants in seconds shocked everyone.

He also succeeded in gaining the respect of the Quanrong warriors.

Now, after learning of Han Zhan's performance at the altar and knowing that the two practitioners in the Xiqi Ancestral Temple had a great chance of completely resolving the problem of the Quanrong divine punishment, these Quanrong people became even more fanatical.

Even the serious Rong Ao had a smile on his face.

"Come on, have a taste!"

Sitting roughly beside the campfire, Rong Ao handed Han Zhan a cup of boiling hot molten lava.

Yes, molten lava.

After killing the Molten Giant, the thing that the entire Quanrong had the most was molten pools.

Each magma pool is filled with magma.

Han Zhan looked at the molten lava in Rong Ao's hand, which was still bubbling and emitting scorching heat.

He shook his head without hesitation and rejected Rong Ao's kind invitation.

Rong Ao took back the molten lava in his hand with a look of regret, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Han Zhan could even see the light shining through his skin as the orange-red hot molten lava was swallowed down his throat.

Then this light went from the throat to the esophagus, from the esophagus to the chest, and from the chest...

belch!
Rong Ao burped, patted his stomach with satisfaction, and generously passed the empty cup to the side, saying:
"Continued Cup!"

It was not just Han Zhan who refused. In fact, among the Quanrong tribe, there were very few who could directly swallow the molten lava like Rong Ao.

Fortunately, this time, Rong Lie brought back a lot of food from Xiqi.
At least tonight, they could have a good meal.

After eating and drinking, Rong Ao started to talk more and more. There were things he usually didn't have the chance to say, but today he had someone to talk to.

Han Zhan's strength and talent were recognized by Rong Ao.

"Do you know who was the strongest warrior of the Quanrong before me?" Rong Ao asked, holding the wine glass in one hand and shaking it gently.

"Your grandfather, Emperor Rong."

The answer is not difficult to guess.

Especially after seeing the old Emperor Rong’s move, even the dumbest person could guess it.

"Yes, it's my grandfather. But Jifa, you know, I am different from my grandfather."

"He is a rare genius among the Quanrong people. He has been a legend since he was born. When he was ten years old, he was already known as the strongest warrior of the Quanrong people and led them to fight in all directions."

"During the hundred years he was in power, the Quanrong's sphere of influence increased several times, and even the punishment from the gods could do nothing to him."

Think about it too.

A person who can compete with Jiang Ziya and is equally matched with him should not be too weak.

At this time, Rong Ao drank the wine in the glass and then changed the subject.

"But I'm different."

"My only advantage is that I have a good grandfather."

When Han Zhan heard this, he retreated tactically, somewhat surprised.

Is this still the arrogant Rong Ao? Perhaps, pride is just a disguise for him.

Under Han Zhan's surprised gaze, Rong Ao continued to speak:

"The reason why I can become the strongest warrior of the new generation of Quanrong is because of it."

He said, opening his right hand.

There is a mark on the palm of Rong Ao's right hand.

The mark was a emerald green color that was completely different from its surroundings, and it looked complex and sacred.

When the mark appeared, Han Zhan's [method] and [skill] also reacted immediately. "This is..."

"【Mark of Life】." Rong Ao replied.

"This was granted to you by your grandfather after he became the Rong Emperor of the Quanrong tribe?"

Seeing Rong Ao nodding his chin without denying, Han Zhan suddenly understood.

Sure enough, Rong Ao’s next words confirmed his guess.

"After becoming the Rong Emperor, you will possess the two greatest treasures of the Quanrong, one of which is this [Life Mark]."

"The ability of [Life Mark] is to allow the fusionist to recover quickly. It is a special ability that is most suitable for body tempering training."

"My grandfather integrated it into my body when I was just born, and then immersed me in magma day and night, making me drink magma water and eat magma heart."

"Endless body tempering, coupled with the rapid recovery of the [Life Mark], has given me the physique I have today."

"But even my current physique is far inferior to that of my grandfather when he was the same age. It's far inferior."

When Rong Ao said this, he let out a long breath.

The old Emperor Rong is like a towering mountain that people aspire to. In Rong Ao's heart, he can never be climbed or surpassed.

He is so strong today because of the [Mark of Life].

Without his grandfather Emperor Rong and the [Mark of Life], his pride would be nothing but a bubble like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water, which would burst with a single poke.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much and said so many strange things to you."

Rong Ao half leaned against the huge rock behind him, smelling of alcohol, and spoke slowly.

I have kept these words in my heart for many years.

If the Korean War had not come along, defeated him, and shattered his proud disguise, he might have kept these words to himself for much longer.

However, the focus of the Korean War was not on this matter.

In fact, in his view, it is commonplace that privileged people often use their privileges to help their offspring in the hope that they will gain more privileges.

What he really cared about was the message revealed in Rong Ao's words:
Emperor Rong doted on his offspring.
Otherwise, he would not have given Rong Ao, one of the two treasures, the [Mark of Life], when he was just born.

Then, the other treasure should still be in Emperor Rong's possession.

So this brings up a problem.

It is also the most concerning issue in the Korean War.

——How will Emperor Rong fulfill his promise?

According to the agreement between the two parties, Han Zhan was responsible for solving the problem of the divine punishment of the Quanrong, and the Quanrong would pay him a treasure that was as famous as the four treasures of the ancestral temple as a reward.

Now, the [Mark of Life] is on Rong Ao, and the other treasure is on Rong Di.

Which one can he get?
Or maybe, none of them!
Just as Han Zhan thought of this, all the pores on his body suddenly stood up.

A huge sense of crisis enveloped him.

Han Zhan stood up hastily, but found that a powerful aura was pressing down on him, making him almost unable to move!
"You are sharp, smart, and have unparalleled talent."

"Jiang Ziya is so lucky to have a disciple like you."

In the darkness in the distance, a human figure slowly walked out.

The old Emperor Rong was dragging a heavy, narrow black knife in his right hand, which made a rustling sound as it scraped the ground.

rustling.

Kill kill kill!

"Do you want to go back on your word?" Han Zhanqiang spoke with gritted teeth, bearing the overwhelming momentum.

On the opposite side, the old Rong Emperor fixed his eyes on Han Zhan, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"Yes."

"I want to regret it."

(End of this chapter)