Xue An was utterly unmoved and began to clench his hand into a fist.
Seeing this, the Ghost Cultivator realized he had no chance of escaping and couldn't help but curse bitterly, "Boy, do you think killing me will solve everything? Useless! Someone will avenge me eventually; I will be waiting for you in hell!"
Xue An, hearing this, sneered coldly, "Avenge? Great! I'll be waiting! As for hell... heh, do you think you still have a chance to go to hell?"
After speaking, Xue An fiercely clenched his fist.
Crack.
After a crisp sound,
Xue An crushed the Ghost Cultivator's soul.
A surge of black qi then soared into the sky, and within it, faint cries of agony could be heard.
Xue An quietly watched, then said indifferently, "Alright, the one who trapped you has been executed. Disperse, and may you enter the cycle of reincarnation soon!"
Saying so, Xue An casually waved his hand.
The black qi gradually dissipated.
And in the sky, numerous transparent phantoms appeared.
