Jiang Ming sighed softly, for he understood what Jun Sanqian was trying to do by pitting him against 10,000 powerless mortals. Could he really bring himself to kill them?
He deduced that what he was facing should probably be the effect from the True Illusion Dao at its finest. These were all real living humans—at least that was what Jiang Ming was making of them.
Yet, could he really cut them down young girls, ladies, elderlies, and old farmers?
What was in front of him were rows of people with their lives in Jiang Ming's hands. Could he set aside his morale and take away their lives?
"You are cold-blooded!" Jiang Ming smiled lightly as his gaze turned stone cold. "Trying to make me think this 'reality' of yours is actually real. Senior, don't you think you are underestimating me too much?
