Leng Yulai acted as though she had done something utterly trivial. She leisurely sat down in Wang Chuan's former seat, crossed her legs, and looked at him with an increasingly amused smile.
"Actually, with your sharp sense of danger and the little time you had just now, if you had only wanted to save yourself, you could have found a corner, completely concealed your aura, or slipped into another carriage. I really would have had to put in some effort to drag you out."
She tilted her head, feigning confusion.
"Why did you come back?"
"Did you know you couldn't escape, so you resigned yourself to it?"
Wang Chuan could feel the terrified, despairing, pleading gazes coming from every direction.
He could hear his heart beating powerfully in his chest, and he could also feel Leng Yulai's almost tangible pressure weighing down on him. It made breathing difficult, and his bones faintly groaned.
Yet he still stood straight. He did not kneel, nor did he retreat even half a step.
Meeting Leng Yulai's gaze, he asked in return.
"But they would die, wouldn't they?!"
The smile on Leng Yulai's face faltered slightly before deepening further, though a trace of undisguised disgust flashed through her eyes.
"Interesting."
"Disgustingly interesting!"
At that moment, it was as if she saw another figure she hated to the bone through Wang Chuan's calm yet resolute eyes.
That Holy Spirit Douluo, Ya Li, who was forever compassionate toward the world and radiated a sacred light she loathed!
That willingness to sacrifice oneself for others was exactly the same!
Her fury was ignited in an instant!
"Bzzz—!"
Several times more terrifying pressure surged toward Wang Chuan alone like a tidal wave!
Even the air around them seemed to solidify, while the walls of the carriage creaked under