The lightning gradually dissipated, and the Player turned entirely to ash, dead beyond any doubt.
The Flying Knives also returned to Yang Ling, merging into the Spirit Armor.
The hundreds of Players kneeling on the ground looked at the pile of white ash, took deep breaths, and forced themselves to stay calm.
Since they had already knelt, they were guests.
Surely he couldn't keep attacking them?
"Do you two want to be guests or enemies?"
Yang Ling looked at Meng Yuan and Lei Wanqi.
"A guest! I want to be a guest!"
Lei Wanqi forced a smile.
Yang Ling released him.
Lei Wanqi went over to the Players from the Lei Group of his own accord and knelt properly beside them.
His lips moved slightly. "Don't worry, everyone, and don't feel embarrassed. We're just trying to stay alive. There's nothing wrong with kneeling for a bit. Don't take it to heart."
After hearing his transmitted message, the Players from the Lei Group all felt he had a point.
They weren't the only ones kneeling, after all. The last shred of shame in their hearts vanished completely, and this incident would no longer become an inner demon in their future cultivation.
"I want to be a guest too, but could I..."
Meng Yuan said, "Not kneel?"
Yang Ling said, "Guests have to kneel. So you want to be an enemy. Then off you go."
He lifted Meng Yuan high, his other hand already clutching a bundle of Flying Knives, ready to unleash them all on Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan went deathly pale. Seeing at least a dozen Flying Knives clutched in Yang Ling's hand, he immediately said:
"I'm a member of Pangu Gene! A core disciple!"
"Does being from Pangu Gene mean you don't have to follow the rules in my