"Yue Jinghua, leave your Merit Ring behind."
"Daring to snatch my granddaughter's Merit Ring, are you tired of living?"
The old man's roar was like a sudden thunderclap on a clear day, echoing clearly miles around.
Lie Changgong twisted the neck of a reckless Dark Practitioner, snapping it in two as if wringing a mop.
Afterwards, Lie Changgong didn't forget to remove the Merit Ring from the Dark Practitioner's finger, clean it off, and hand it over to his granddaughter.
Yue Jinghua rolled her eyes. How many is this now, the seventh or eighth? She lazily said, "Grandpa, I've told you several times, the people you help me kill can't count towards my Merit Points. These rings are useless to me."
Yue Jinghua preferred to be second in the Weekly Ranking rather than first.
But what frustrated her was that since she dropped from first to second place, a wave after wave of people kept coming to challenge and assassinate her.
