Jiang Zhen showed no pity as he looked at Xiao Wu trembling on the ground before him like a withered willow swaying in the wind. Instead, his face held only an aloof scrutiny and amusement.
He bent slightly, his tone carrying a trace of mocking coldness, as though he were stating an overly simple fact:
"You have neither a technique to conceal your aura nor a powerful protector, yet you still dared to come running to Spirit City, where Titled Douluo gather? Did you think fate would always favor you, or did you think every strong person was blind?"
He paused, then lowered his voice, bringing an oppressive force that made it hard to breathe. "Tell me... should I kill you... or... kill you?"
"No... please, don't. Please don't kill me..."
Tears and mucus streamed down Xiao Wu's face. Overwhelmed by immense fear, she was nearly on the verge of collapse and could only beg instinctively.
Jiang Zhen let out a cold snort, as though he had heard some boring joke.
He straightened and stopped looking at the desperate Xiao Wu on the ground. Instead, he turned to the gentle Bi Ji beside him, his tone as casual as if he were discussing ingredients for dinner.
"I'd like to save her for Yanzi or Ling Ling. Once their levels are suitable, I'll have them kill her and absorb her Spirit Ring. Is that all right?"
At those words, Zi Ji and Bi Ji both fell silent.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Although Spirit Masters hunting Soul Beasts to obtain Spirit Rings was only natural,
at their level, especially as Soul Beasts who had all lived for over a hundred thousand years, seeing one of their kind—one who had awakened her Spiritual Intelligence and successfully taken human form—being