Yang Yu's utility knife gently tapped the dark blue sphere in his hand again, producing a "ding—" sound.
"Why must the two of them die?"
A shock ran through Tu Jing's heart, followed by a harsh, piercing laughter.
"The daughter of a traitor is still a traitor's daughter, execution is the only rule that fits!
And that elf behind you, I can feel the thick Holy Light emanating from her, as nauseating as the Holy Maiden of the Goddess Sect.
Killing them is mandatory, non-negotiable.
As for you, you're just a slightly more formidable adventurer, if you want to flee, I'd most certainly not stop you.
But if you dare to resist desperately, I'm willing to wait even if it takes over a decade.
The number of adherents in our Sect is continually growing, who knows, maybe another genius like that traitor will emerge.
By then, you turned into Spiritual Bodies, can only watch as we open the Abyss Gate, regretting you didn't accept my terms."
