Ji Ai'er raised her right hand and said coldly,
"Do you Iscariots use your mouths to talk about 'madness'? Well, fine, let's just say I have gone mad. Then how can you so-called sane people guarantee your god's rationality with any specific location or worth of an onion?"
The sword-guns tore through the air, three throws in succession, twelve sword-guns in total stabbing towards the young man who laughed and clapped his hands.
Without needing the Saintess's orders, without others' reminders, anyone with a hint of rationale left in their minds understood that they couldn't let this man continue speaking. There are lines in both humanity and life that must not be crossed, and this man had already crossed those lines with both his words and actions—he couldn't be allowed to speak even another sentence.
