Magnetic Attraction

"My life hangs by a thread. How could I possibly feel at ease?"

Xu Yi acted as though he hadn't heard, his face full of sorrow.

Though eight-tenths of his expression was feigned, two-tenths was genuine.

He was truly frustrated. He'd only just arrived in this fine place, hadn't provoked or offended anyone, and disaster had fallen from the sky: he'd immediately been struck with this wretched evil poison.

Zhang Fengcheng wanted nothing more than to strike Xu Yi dead with a single palm. It wasn't that he hadn't considered killing him with a soul attack, but the Xiqin Sect disciples he'd slain numbered at least eighteen, if not twenty, and every one of them had received an extremely powerful soul blessing.

Not only would a soul attack fail to work, it would alert his target and drive this blabbermouth to desperate measures.

He was about to try to persuade him when his brows suddenly knitted together. He glanced northwest, then blurred forward and lunged at Xu Yi, shouting, "Take him alive if possible! Better he die than escape!"

His anger had reached its peak. He'd never imagined that someone would actually find them in such a short time. The conciliatory approach he'd planned earlier was now impossible.

As soon as Zhang Fengcheng moved, the black- and white-clad young men moved as well. The three of them blocked off three directions and closed in on Xu Yi.

Since they were to take him alive if possible, Zhang Fengcheng and the other two unleashed their Killing Intent, intending to seize him at close quarters.

"Better he die than escape" was merely a threat meant to keep Xu Yi from fighting back too fiercely, in the hope that he'd still cling to a chance of survival.

After all, their pursuers were already