Do I... regret it?
Jiang Wang asked himself.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar tavern.
It was familiar because he had only just left it.
It was the very tavern in Zhongshan State where he had been captured.
Before him stood Zhao Xuanyang, holding a wooden sword in his arms. Behind him, the tavern staff and customers huddled in a corner.
He faced the sudden crisis, while those people continued to whisper among themselves.
"Damn it, a Devil Race spy was right here all along!"
"Don't be afraid. Zhao Xuanyang is here. That bastard won't get away today!"
"Let's see how he dies!"
"Keep your voice down. He's a Devil Race traitor, capable of anything. What if he grabs you as a hostage?"
"He could've lived a decent life, but instead he chose to be the Devil Race's lapdog. He deserves to die!"
To Jiang Wang, who had mastered the Sound-Hearing Immortal State, those whispers were crystal clear. Every word, every trace of hatred... reached his ears without fail.
At that moment, he faced Zhao Xuanyang and felt the pressure of death. At that same moment, he heard the whispers and felt these strangers' hostility toward him.
It was like enduring the incessant buzzing of mosquitoes and flies in a cramped, dark room.
An unbearable torment!
No one knew what kind of willpower it took for him to remain calm.
"They all think you're a devil!" the voice in his heart asked. "Why not tell them what a devil ought to do?"
What ought a devil to do?
Take these people hostage and force Zhao Xuanyang to show an opening, then seize the chance to fight his way out. That way, he wouldn't be taken to Yujing Mountain and publicly tried as a Devil