After shattering Pan Zhen’s bones and internal organs, Huang Xiaolong continued to rain punches on him, every punch sending more frigid Asura qi into his bloodied face.

Pan Zhen’s face was scrunched up in excruciating pain, yet Huang Xiaolong’s punches went on even after his face became unrecognizable, only a pulp of bloodied meat, but he still did not intend to kill Pan Zhen just yet. 

Huang Xiaolong snapped his fingers, summoning a wisp of Asura flame that danced at the tip of his index finger. With deliberate slowness, little by little, Huang Xiaolong let the flame burn Pan Zhen’s entire body.

At the end, the Asura flame wrapped around Pan Zhen’s soul within his godhead, slowly devouring it like a hunter playing with its food. After ensuring that Pan Zhen had tasted the meaning of ‘being better dead than alive’, Huang Xiaolong...