Dragon Prince's Form and Spirit Utter Destruction!

Lin Zhu upheld the little principle of "being kind to others" deep in his heart and felt that it was necessary—indeed, imperative—for him to make one more effort to persuade them.

"I mean it."

Lin Zhu's expression was utterly sincere as he looked at White Lotus Boy with clear eyes.

"If you kill him, something terrible will really happen. I'm not trying to scare you. It's for your own good, and for Western Heaven's good as well. Stop now, and I can pretend none of this ever happened. You can return to India, and we can let this matter rest for now. Why must you make things completely irreparable?"

He felt that his words had been profoundly earnest, brimming with kindness and tolerance. How noble of him.

Yet White Lotus Boy seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He gave a scornful laugh, his face full of mockery and disdain.

"Lin Zhu, you're panicking! You really are panicking! So you've started trying to frighten me with empty threats? If he really were the descendant of some great figure, wouldn't you just say so and scare me off? Why hide it like this and put on such a mysterious act?

"Hmph! As I see it, he's nothing more than some little demon with no family, no backing, whom you recruited from who knows where! Is he really worth cherishing so much? Then I'm going to kill him! Not only will I kill him, I'll kill him slowly, right in front of you!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His grip around Ao Lie's neck tightened further, drawing a pained muffled groan from Ao Lie. The blade pressed closer too, nearly cutting into his windpipe.

"Come on! Beg me! Like Indra said just now—get on your