The Battle of Wits
As soon as he finished speaking, he seized the man by the throat without the slightest hesitation. Amid the crowd's cries of alarm, he choked the last breath of life from him!
A companion had just fallen before their eyes. It was hard for everyone to accept.
Wu Qinghong's fingernails had already dug deep into his clenched fist, yet he felt no pain at all.
He closed his eyes in remorse, his heart heavy with guilt. If only he had given in sooner, would this pointless sacrifice have been avoided?
Jin Shanshan, standing off to one side, let out an angry shout. He could hold back no longer and wrenched himself free of the others' restraints, ready to fight the enemy.
Wu Qinghong gritted his teeth and used the last scrap of reason in his mind to hold him back.
"What are you doing, holding me back at a time like this? Are the Nine-Headed Snake Race really so afraid to die?" Jin Shanshan could no longer contain his fury and shouted.
When he finished, everyone's expressions changed.
The people from Qingmu Sect looked somewhat uneasy. After all, the one who had died was their fellow disciple.
The Nine-Headed Snake Race's expressions were even grimmer. Having made it through life and death, they valued face and dignity all the more. Being insulted like this was hard to stomach.
The Man in Black watched them with interest. The scene of them nearly turning on one another seemed especially entertaining, and he didn't mind watching it unfold.
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Wu Qinghong took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Don't be rash. Do you want everyone to die here? Have you forgotten Big Brother Bi Fan's warning?"
Only then did Jin Shanshan's