"Hmm?"
As An Luping began to emit meaningless laughter, his face displaying utter foolishness, Xue Jing was slightly taken aback.
"The old man's mental endurance is really weak."
He shook his head, having intended to ask An Luping about the Dragon Cult, to see if he could get information about their location or the like, and then snuff them out.
But seeing An Luping's current state, even if cured, he would still drool, so never mind.
Xue Jing stepped forward, reaching out with his right hand to grasp An Luping's neck and lift him high.
Dark Flame surged wildly from his hand, engulfing An Luping completely, blazing intensely. An's body began to undergo the process of Annihilation at a pace visible to the naked eye, as if an invisible eraser was rubbing his flesh away.
