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"Who are you?"

Xue Jing looked with slight confusion at the person in front of him, who was draped in a black robe and hood, their lower half of the face masked, obscuring their features.

"Eh... hehe, it's me, Xue."

The person in the black robe spoke with a guilty chuckle, slightly lifting the black hood to reveal a pair of red, snake-like vertical pupils. Stay updated via empire

Xue Jing slightly tilted his head, feeling an increasing sense of familiarity, and began to search his memory for clues.

Soon, he found the corresponding person.

"Slap—!"

Without any hesitation, Xue Jing stretched out his right hand, grabbed the throat of the person in the black robe, and lifted them high off the ground, their feet dangling more than half a meter in the air.

"Cough—wait a second!"

The person in the black robe tried to pry off Xue Jing's grip from his throat, but the hand was as firm as if it were forged from steel, no matter how much force he applied, nothing moved, not even a slight tremble, leaving him fluttering helplessly in the air, like a duck struggling before slaughter.

"I remember, your name is Mr. An, right?"

Xue Jing slightly lifted his head, his gaze falling on the person in the black robe, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

"You dare... show up before me?"

An Luping, Mr. An.

A priest of the Qing City Dragon Cult, who abandoned Ning Fengwan, the Sect Hierarch, and fled to the Inner Ring, Yuan City, to join the main sect of the Yuan City Dragon Cult after the Kangde Corporation annihilated the Qing City Dragon Cult.

Later, he returned to Qingcheng to persuade Ning Fengwan to join the Yuan City Dragon Cult, but she refused.

According to Xue Jing's deduction, the previous attacks on the Feng City Northern Lion Holy Sect, as well as the one a few days ago by the Dragon Cult, were all because of this man.

"Wait... wait, let me explain... Xue... Brother Xue."

An Luping, with panic showing in his eyes, struggled to speak while being choked.

"No need to explain." Xue Jing looked at him and slowly said.

He slightly loosened his grip, "You should understand, the only reason you are still not dead... tell me, where is Yun Qin, is she alive or dead?"

Yun Qin is a member of the Qing City Dragon Cult, assigned to take care of Miao Miao after she became the Sect Hierarch, similar to a personal maid for an old-time young lady.

"She's alive, still alive! Really!"

An Luping hurriedly spoke, inwardly lamenting his fate.

Last time, when the Divine Child sent a 'Naga Messenger' with two Snake Servants and several followers to snatch Ning Fengwan, Xue Jing nearly annihilated them single-handedly, with only the Naga Messenger escaping back and bitterly rebuking him for the completely inaccurate intelligence, saying that Xue Jing's combat abilities far exceeded his descriptions.

Heaven have mercy, the first time he saw Xue Jing, the latter was nothing but a slightly stronger than average kid!

Though perhaps with a bit more talent, progressing rapidly in martial arts within a short time, earning a spot in the U19 elimination tournament in Maple City...

He had even studied the video of Xue Jing's elimination tournament match just in case, exaggerating a bit more when describing Xue Jing's combat power.

Who would have known that Xue Jing's true strength was dozens of times more exaggerated than he thought, not only possessing the God-Given Secret Art of the Blessed One but even his martial arts prowess alone was enough to overpower the well-known Zhou Yinglin!

Thus, since Xue Jing's combat power far exceeded expectations, and as the Dragon Cult had only just begun expanding, the Divine Child wanted to avoid major conflicts that might draw the attention of Yuan City's officials, he planned to simply sit down and talk with Xue Jing...

Under the malicious suggestion of the Naga Messenger, An Luping was sent to invite Xue Jing.

This situation was just absurd.

Send a thief who had stolen from the police to invite the police to the thieves' den for a talk?

That's not how you seek death...

Luckily he was cunning and resourceful, still holding the card that was Yun Qin...

"So, where is she?"

Xue Jing asked, his tone utterly unemotional.

"She's very safe, really!"

An Luping raised his hands, hastily saying.

"I came this time by the order of the Divine Child of the Dragon Cult, to invite Brother Xue to discuss some matters..."

Xue Jing's hand began to tighten: "I don't think there is anything worth discussing with you, tell me where Yun Qin is, I can make your death a quick one."

Feeling his neck increasingly tighten and struggling to breathe, An Luping spoke extremely quickly: "Wait a second! Cough... if I die, Yun Qin will die too! Only I know where she is, without me sending her food, she'll starve very soon!"

Xue Jing's grip grew tighter and tighter, and after a while, when An Luping's eyes rolled back and his limbs slowly stopped struggling, he finally said: "You really deserve to die."

After that, he released his hand, An Luping fell from mid-air, hitting the ground, clutching his throat, coughing and gasping for air.

Before he could relax, suddenly, Xue Jing spread his palm, and a black vapor condensed into a ball of Dark Flame in his hand.

Then, Xue Jing grabbed An Luping's hair, forcing his head back, and shoved the ball of Dark Flame into his mouth.

"Mmm—!"

The black flame had no heat, even felt slightly cold, and once inside An Luping's mouth, it surged directly into his body and settled there.

Causing no physical harm, but the slight chill emanating from within his organs reminded him that the Dark Flame was present.

"This thing is my God-Given Secret Art."

Xue Jing slowly said.

"With just a thought from me, it can burn you to ashes."