"Looks like we'll have to play the clown this time..." Wang Ning spun the Godslaying Dagger in his hand and put it away. Looking at Yin Kuang, he said, "Yin Kuang, I won't waste any more breath here. Since you're so certain that what Red Leaf is doing will endanger everyone, I'll stand aside and watch. But if you're wrong, don't blame me for stabbing you in the back. Believe me—even if I haven't condensed an 'Axis,' I can still punch a hole through you."
The only reason Wang Ning had joined this operation was because he deeply disliked the atmosphere in Western God. Someone accustomed to darkness had stubbornly remained beneath the sunlight, yet everything around him was utterly incompatible with him. It was as though the entire world had abandoned him. The feeling made him immensely uncomfortable—disgusted, even. And it was not just him; the former Hidden Guards members felt the same way. But discomfort was one thing. If what Yin Kuang said was true, this was a matter of life and death, so Wang Ning made the rational choice.
Tan Shengge gave a bitter laugh. They had originally been stationed here in the hope that their strength and old friendship could stop Yin Kuang. Though neither he nor Wang Ning had condensed an "Axis," they possessed divine artifacts with invincible supernatural power, such as the Godslaying Dagger and the Pangu Stone Axe. If they went all out, they might not necessarily lose to Yin Kuang. But now, it seemed Yin Kuang clearly possessed information they did not know. Nor was Yin Kuang trying to stop Red Leaf's plan because he had sided with Rosalind. Tan Shengge had always felt that the waters of the university ran deep and muddy. He had been cautious all along, yet he