"I really don't know who it was!"
Wang Yi's voice distorted under the pressure on his throat as he struggled and shouted.
"They were extremely secretive. I never saw their true face. I only met them once at the Black Spider Tavern in West City. They specifically wanted you dead and were willing to offer a Soul-Severing Pill, so I agreed."
At Wang Yi's words, Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes.
A pale golden glimmer flashed briefly between his brows.
Erosion spirit power spread along his fingertips and silently pierced Wang Yi's sea of consciousness.
Fragmented memories surged up: a dim private room in the tavern, a black-robed figure with a hood concealing their face, a voice kept extremely low, a pill sitting on the table...
They matched Wang Yi's account exactly.
The other party had acted with extreme caution, never revealing their true face from beginning to end.
Clearly, Wang Yi had not lied.
After confirming this, Lin Sheng frowned.
He had originally only intended to use Chen Long's identity to hide in the Crimson Blood Sect and recover from his injuries. He had not expected to attract anyone else's covetous attention.
He tightened his wrist slightly.
Crack.
There was a crisp sound of snapping bone.
Wang Yi's neck bent at a bizarre angle. The terror in his eyes froze completely, and his body instantly went limp.
Lin Sheng casually released his grip, and the corpse hit the floor like a sack of sludge.
With a flick of his fingertip, a wisp of pitch-black Inferno Black Flame drifted down.
There was no blazing firelight, no pungent stench of burning. The black flame landed on the corpse like a red-hot branding iron pressing into ice and snow. Wang Yi's robes, flesh, and bones silently carbonized and crumbled at a speed visible