The patrol captain had no idea that the man before him was the Wasteland's foremost killing god. He had destroyed countless sects, wiped out two Sacred Sects, and swept away every demon and monster in the Wasteland.
Let alone mere patrolmen from Zhilan City—even if the holy son of the Zhilan Sect provoked him, Wei Fan would kill without mercy.
"Just because this is Zhilan City, you think I'll meekly let you take me away?"
Wei Fan flicked his sleeve again, and all the chunks of flesh on the ground turned to ash, leaving not a trace behind.
"Let me see who sent you to make trouble for me!"
Although he had left the Wasteland for the outside world more than ten days ago, he had spent most of that time in the White Bone Tribe. He had offended no one in Zhilan City aside from the Hu Shiqi he had just killed, and he could not recall forming any enmity with anyone else.
Though he had quite a few enemies in the outside world, those people did not know that he had already left the Wasteland.
As he spoke, Wei Fan reached out and grabbed at the patrol captain, intending to search his soul.
But before his hand could touch the patrol captain, the storage gourd at the man's waist suddenly exploded, unleashing a terrifying force.
Boom!
The terrifying force instantly swallowed the patrol captain's body, and his golden body rapidly fell apart.
"Destroying the evidence by killing the witness!"
Wei Fan's expression turned icy. He had never expected such a development, and it was too late to save the man. He could only turn his outstretched hand into a suppressing force, erasing the power that had killed the patrol captain so it would not spread to the others.