This competition wasn't about having a conscience in the first place.
After spending so much time in the Dark Arena, whose hands weren't stained with the blood of others?
The only way to leave this hexagonal ring was alive. Who was to say who was more merciful?
Talking about conscience in Hell—the very idea was laughable.
The woman refused to accept this and grew more frantic, as if she would not rest until Su Ye left the money behind.
Su Ye observed her frenzied state, staring for a moment.
"Are you crying for your son, or for the money you can't have?"
'If she loved her son so much, how could she let him run wild in a place like this?'
Yin Zhan stared at the woman for a long time before looking away.
The woman lunged forward, trying to claw at Su Ye's face, her features twisting with rage.
"It was you! You! You destroyed my son!"
Su Ye flicked a finger. SNAP. The Brahma Flower Silk shot out, sending the woman tumbling head over heels.
