“Correct, I’m not Cheng Huai’an.” Huang Xiaolong nonchalantly admitted. It wasn’t necessary to conceal it at this point.

After all, the other side was going to die.

Liang Guang began to feel apprehensive looking at Huang Xiaolong, “Who are you?!” This person’s disguise technique was so splendid that not a single Vermilion Bird Institute master saw through it? Including himself before this!

“You can ask Cheng Huai’an later.” A suction force from Huang Xiaolong’s right hand instantly pulled Liang Guang toward himself. Prior to ending Liang Guang’s life, Huang Xiaolong scoured his soul for information.

He had long been curious why the demonic beast clans were attacking the Golden Mountain World, perhaps he might some find clues or the actual reason from Liang Guang’s memories.

A short while later, the soul-scouring ended.

Huang Xiaolong lightly tapped Liang Guang’s forehead with his finger, and true immortal essence fire drilled into his soul, burning it to ashes.

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