Who Gave You the Illusion That You Could Kill Me?

"Feng Kuan, you can't escape.

Surrender now and confess your connection to the Heaven's Mandate Sect. You might still have a chance to live.

Otherwise, the Auditors will search your memories, and you'll be tortured to death!"

Ling Shuang hovered in midair, her clear voice ringing out and startling some of the Metahumans below.

What?

Feng Kuan was a member of the Heaven's Mandate Sect?

They instinctively refused to believe it. After all, Feng Kuan had been at Thunder Martial Hall for over a decade.

He had a fairly good reputation and usually seemed like a harmless, good-natured man.

But Ling Shuang did not seem like someone who would make baseless claims.

Just as everyone was wondering about it, Liu Shan arrived at the scene, shouting angrily:

"Director Ling, Feng Kuan and I have known each other for more than ten years. Isn't it inappropriate for you to suspect him like this?"

However, the moment his words fell, Feng Kuan looked over with a sinister smile.

"Liu Shan, you really do trust me. No wonder you accepted the mission location I casually arranged for Ling Shuang.

But unfortunately, lowly humans like you are utterly unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as noble Holy Race members like me."

Splat—

A Jet-Black Beast Claw burst out from a spot just above his ribs.

Splat, splat...

Several more sounds followed in quick succession as a total of five beast claws emerged from his body!

At the same time, two sharp horns grew from his head, and his eyes turned reptilian!

"Roar—"

A Berserk roar erupted from Feng Kuan's mouth.

The sheer volume made even the Sixth-Order Metahumans present feel a faint stabbing pain in their eardrums, forcing them to cover their ears in agony.

Meanwhile, Feng Kuan's aura surged wildly from