"Yes, you don't dare kill me."
"Because my grandfather is Sun Yingxiong, the Ink Pavilion Head, the only person with any hope of reaching the Ninth Awakening in the past two years."
"If you kill me, my grandfather will be furious."
"He'll personally hunt you down, to the ends of the earth."
"You don't want that trouble."
"Heh, looks like human lives come in different ranks in your eyes, too."
Sun Wen's expression was calm, a trace of contempt in his eyes as he looked at Zong Ren and spoke mockingly.
Zong Ren showed no surprise. He merely nodded lightly. "That's right. Killing anyone comes at a price. The price of killing you is simply higher."
"So you don't dare kill me!"
"But if you don't, you won't get out of this city. If you can't get out, you'll die."
"If you kill me, my grandfather will hunt you down, and you'll still die."
"Now..."
"Let's gamble with our lives."
"You might look insane, but everything you do has been carefully thought through."
"Gambling... is probably what you hate most, isn't it?"
"As it happens, the same goes for me."
"But today, let's take a gamble. How about it?"
Sun Wen spoke with a smile, no trace of retreat in his eyes. Instead, he gripped his dagger and took two steps forward.
"I have to say, that was an excellent move."
"Even I found it impressive."
"But you misjudged just one thing: your strength, and mine."
Zong Ren spoke calmly. The instant his words fell, he charged straight at Sun Wen.
As though sensing something, An An sat on Zong Ren's shoulders, clutching his collar tightly, and let out an involuntary cry.
Zong Ren was incredibly fast, and he had not summoned his Awakening Object at all!
That meant his