887 To the Mausoleum of Chaos!

When Yuchi Ba was faced with the chilling question, frenzy and determination beamed out of his small eyes. He opened his arms and declared, "Of course. We've waited for the day to come for forty thousand years. We are all ready to bathe in the radiance of God Chaos again!"

The interconnecting wrinkles on Chu Zhengqing's face did not shiver at all, like the crevices on a rock. He said calmly, "There's no need to decorate your operation with such a glitzy camouflage. In fact, you and Elder Nether Spring are ravens and crows, and the only things that you are interested in are the powerful weapons left by Chaos. As to what Chaos is exactly, and whether or not he will be reborn, you don't give a damn thing!

"Or rather, if you have access to the strength of Chaos, neither you nor Elder Nether Spring really hope for the so-called 'Chaos' to be reborn into this world again, do you?"

Yuchi Ba smiled. "Of course, we are different from Elder Nether Spring.