Jing Wuyan knew very well that they wouldn't kill him, they wanted him alive, to use him to reach some purpose with his father. If they killed him, there would definitely be a war between Netherworld Hall and Sword Sect.
Sure enough, Ao Shi hesitated. Sword Sect had repeatedly emphasized that they needed him alive. If they brought back a dead body, not only would they not receive the reward, but they would also be punished.
"Young Master Jing, I want to tell you, even if I let your men go now, they won't survive for many days. This is Sin City, you know the rules. More than just my Soul Chasing Mercenary Group is watching you."
Jing Wuyan said coldly, "That's my business, no need for you to worry. I'll say it again, let them go, and I'll go with you. If you disagree, you can only take our corpses back with you."
Ao Shi's eyes became gloomy, "Alright, I promise you. But I hope Young Master Jing doesn't cause any trouble."
