Aiselandier Wants to Kill Quila!

After Ying Luan tore through the spatial domain and departed with the bound Lu Yuan, the entire desert arena immediately erupted in a scattered buzz of noise.

The surviving prodigies nearby gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves without pause.

Some lowered their voices as they marveled at Lu Yuan's formidable strength.

Others quietly lamented that Lu Yuan had revealed his Demon Bloodline only to end up being escorted away, inwardly sighing at how abruptly this storm had descended.

Still others kept glancing at Quila, who stood before the crowd with a smug look on his face, their words carrying a few complicated undertones as they appraised him.

Quila took every murmur around him into his ears. His back was ramrod straight, and the corners of his mouth curled high into an arrogant, triumphant smile.

The delight of successful revenge churned in his eyes. From time to time, he lifted his gaze to sweep the surroundings, savoring the attention brought by the uproar he had stirred up himself.

Aiselandier, who had just been utterly distraught, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, still had lightly trembling shoulders and severely swollen red eyes, filled with terror and unease over Lu Yuan being taken away.

Her heart was full of self-blame and regret!

Yet Lu Yuan's Spiritual Power message, left within her sea of consciousness, circled through her mind again and again.

As she carefully considered those few short sentences, her heart suddenly jolted. She abruptly came back to herself and instantly caught the deeper meaning hidden beneath his gentle reassurance.

If Lu Yuan truly had no confidence at all in escaping, if the road ahead were nothing but an inescapable dead end, he would never have spoken such words—much less in such a resolute tone.

As that thought circled through her