The lightning gradually faded, and that player was reduced completely to ashes, dead beyond any doubt.
The flying knives also returned to Yang Ling, merging back into his spirit armor.
The hundreds of players kneeling on the ground looked at that pile of white ash, drew a deep breath, and forced themselves to remain calm.
Since they had already knelt, they were guests.
Surely the other side could not keep attacking them, could they?
"Do you two want to be guests, or enemies?"
Yang Ling looked at Meng Yuan and Lei Wanqi.
"Guests. I want to be a guest!"
Lei Wanqi said with a strained smile.
Yang Ling released his grip.
Lei Wanqi obediently went to kneel beside the Lei Clan Group players.
His lips moved slightly. "Don't worry, everyone, and don't feel ashamed. We're only doing this to stay alive. Kneeling for a moment is no big deal, so don't take it to heart."
After hearing his voice transmission, the Lei Clan Group players all felt that he made sense.
In any case, they were not kneeling alone. The last trace of shame in their hearts vanished completely, and this would no longer become a heart demon that plagued their future cultivation.
"I also want to be a guest, but could I..."
Meng Yuan said, "Not kneel."
Yang Ling said, "Guests have to kneel. Since you want to be an enemy, then be on your way."
He lifted Meng Yuan high with one hand while the other already clutched a bundle of flying knives, ready to unleash all of them on Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan's face turned deathly pale. Seeing at least a dozen flying knives in Yang Ling's hand, he immediately said:
"I'm a member of Pangu Gene, a core disciple!"
"So Pangu Gene gets to ignore my