The missionary stood there, numb and expressionless as he stared at Yang Jian, his heart filled with apprehension. He knew that killing Wang Chaling was no longer likely, so the most important thing now was to withdraw in time and avoid being tied down. Otherwise, another king would die today.
Therefore, the missionary had no intention of confronting Yang Jian at all. He only wanted to seize an opportunity to leave.
But reality did not seem willing to oblige him. Since Yang Jian had set his sights on him, how could he possibly let him slip away so easily? If he could deal with the missionary here, that would undoubtedly be a good thing.
Yang Jian also took notice of the second king here.
That pair of twin girls.
Rather than girls, they looked more like two identical dolls. Their deathly pale skin and enormous black eye sockets made them look nothing like living people.
Though they appeared to be young girls, anyone who could be called a king within the King Organization was certainly no simple opponent.
I've never fought this thing before. I know nothing about it, Yang Jian thought.
At that moment, the heavily injured Wang Chaling seemed to see through Yang Jian's thoughts. He reminded him, "Yang Jian, kill this missionary first. Those twins are extremely troublesome and not worth wasting time on. I suffered because of them at the start and missed my chance to kill the others. Don't make the same mistake I did."
"You talk far too much."
The missionary did not want Wang Chaling to continue speaking. Unable to restrain himself, he tried to attack him. Perhaps he could not kill Wang Chaling, but he could at least silence him for a while.
The old book in his hand flipped open again,