Xia ping 'an was not a kind-hearted person. At the sight of the killer's soul wailing in the flames and the hateful faces in the flames, he knew that this guy was definitely not a good guy. He had brought this upon himself.
For some people, the true judgment of life would only come after death!
Besides, Xia ping 'an had no idea how to stop the flames that were burning the Assassin's soul.
This was the first time someone had called him a God, so it felt a little fresh. After coming to this mysterious prison, Xia Pingan realized that a golden light had appeared around his body, making him look Holy and majestic.
"What's your name?" Xia ping 'an only asked a single question, but his voice reverberated in the cell like the low rumble of Thunder in the clouds.
I'm called siegerskanar! the killer answered while screaming.
