Li Xiaoyao clutched his head, his face twisted in pain. The violent aura spilling from him shocked even the woman in the green dress.
"Junior Brother Xiaoyao—let me call you that for now. I'm Shi Yunxin. I know you can't control your power. Why don't you step down from the Arena?"
"Once you step down, it'll all be over. When this is settled, how about your senior sister treats you to a meal?"
Shi Yunxin looked at Li Xiaoyao, who was holding his head and weeping, her face full of pity. She came over, crouched before him, and stroked his head. Her voice was gentle.
"I can't, Senior Sister. Fellow Daoist Wang Tian has shown me kindness. I owe him my life. I promised him I'd win, and win beautifully."
"Senior Sister, why don't you step down instead? I really don't want to fight anymore. I'm scared. I'm scared I won't be able to control my power."
Hearing the pain in Li Xiaoyao's voice, a chilling urge to kill rose in Shi Yunxin's heart.
Damn you, Wang Tian. Wolf-hearted, dog-lunged, a beast in human skin—how can you be so different inside and out? Why don't you just die?
She could see it now. Li Xiaoyao had the heart of a child and knew how to repay a kindness. For a favor granted long ago, he was willing to pay with his own life.
And now Wang Tian was using that kindness to hold him hostage.
But she could do nothing. They each had their own side to stand on. Much as she wanted to help Li Xiaoyao, her hands were tied.
So all she could do was curse that wretched Wang Tian in her heart.
Wang Tian felt one hostile gaze after another settle on him and could no longer