"": 200, "": "", "": "Under normal circumstances, jumping down from here, straddling his shoulders, locking his throat, and snapping off his head would do it.
Luo Bin would die!
But that only applied under normal circumstances.
Luo Bin was no normal person.
The blade had failed to cut him apart, and the Paper Effigy Maker's steel wire had failed to sever his limbs.
Those people from the Song Family's Lower Nine Streams were far from ordinary.
Song Tianzhu could say this much: even an elder of the Floating Tortoise Mountain Taoist Grounds would have died in bitter defeat on the spot once those people restrained him...
And so, Song Tianzhu wavered in indecision.
He was not sure whether he could jump down, or whether he should...
Yes, killing Luo Bin would lift a weight off his shoulders.
But what if he failed?
Would he be throwing himself into hell?
In the end, Song Tianzhu did not jump down.
In the end, fear still made him back away.
Yes, he wanted nothing more than to tear Luo Bin into pieces.
But the overwhelming gap in their strength told him that some things were best left as thoughts.
He did not even dare look at Luo Bin. He could only hold his breath and try not to be discovered.
Call me a coward, then.
Better than getting killed.
Staying alive matters more.
As long as I'm alive, I'll get rid of Luo Bin someday, won't I?
I can even follow Luo Bin and find a chance to notify the Floating Tortoise Mountain Taoist Grounds again. This time, nothing can go wrong.
Luo Bin walked out of the room.
Song Tianzhu breathed a huge inward sigh of relief.
Still, he did not dare breathe loudly.
The footsteps did not continue