"Are you two also planning to kill me?"
Ling Chen's gaze fell on Xun Wujie and Xie Xinyin. Both belonged to the Sadness Hall; by rights, they shouldn't have crossed the line to target him so readily.
"Of course not," Xun Wujie shook his head. "It's just that when a wall is falling, everyone gives it a push. Ling Chen, your points far exceed everyone else's. If we don't kill you, no one else stands a chance of taking first place."
Xie Xinyin also stepped forward. "We originally had no intention of killing you, Ling Chen. If you willingly hand over the Demon Soul Bead, considering you're the Saintess's son, we can make an exception for you."
"Why waste so many words on him?" Xie Zhiqiu's eyes darkened. "Ling Chen, you're cornered this time. Even if you surrender the Demon Soul Bead, don't even think about getting out alive. We are determined to kill you and take the points you've accumulated."
