<h4>Chapter 1423: Chapter 1420: Lambs to the ughter, an Almost Cruel Naivety! (Second Update)</h4><h4></h4>


    If it were anyone else here, even a descendant of the Wei Family, faced with a dispute involving the Nether Monarch and the elite families, they would undoubtedly choose to retreat without hesitation, avoiding the entanglement altogether.


    But Wei Qingxiao was different. Not only did she not back down, there was even a faint trace of excitement in her heart.


    She had long been displeased with the Central Ghost Realm’s arrogant, self-important elite families who relied on their seniority.


    What’s more, her position within the Wei Family had already be precarious.


    Her only hope now rested on Xue An.


    If he could truly cure her younger brother’s illness, then everything would change.


    If not...


    Wei Qingxiao shook her head inwardly, stopping herself from thinking any further, because she understood that aside from this, she seemed to have no better options left.


    Xue An said indifferently, "Whether or not other elite families are involved, I no longer care. As for the so-called important figure from the Central Ghost Realm who’s pulling the strings behind you, I’ll ferret them out as well. So now, there’s only one question!"


    He calmly looked at Luo Gaoyang. "What is Luo Jingting’s true identity? Tell me!"


    Luo Gaoyang slowly snapped out of his earlier shock, a meaningful expression on his face as he said, "If I tell you, will you spare me?"


    Xue An shook his head. "Of course not!"


    "Then why should I tell you?" A mocking smile appeared on Luo Gaoyang’s face.


    "This secret is known only to me and no one else. I will never reveal it, and when I die, this secret will perish with me, forever unsolvable. Hahaha!"


    Luo Gaoyangughed hysterically, as though he had nothing left to fear, his madness spiraling out of control.


    But Xue An seemed utterly unaffected, merely nodding slightly. "Very well. If you won’t say it, I’ll find out myself!"


    "You think you can search my memories with your Divine Sense? Hahaha, dream on! I’d rather die than let you seed!"


    As he spoke, Luo Gaoyang hadpletely lost hisposure. His aura erupted chaotically, his eyes swirling with ghostly energy. His entire body began to swell, as if he might detonate at any moment.


    "Careful, he’s going to self-detonate his soul!" Wei Qingxiao screamed.


    A Ghost Race powerhouse like Luo Gaoyang detonating his soul would cause destruction vast enough to level most of Wangui City, leaving no survivors.


    That’s why Wei Qingxiao was so rmed.


    But Xue An merely smirked coldly. "Die? In front of me? If I don’t allow it, you can’t die even if you want to!"


    With that, light shed in Xue An’s eyes, and an immeasurable surge of Divine Sense shot out from his forehead, heading straight for the about-to-detonate Luo Gaoyang.


    At the same time, Luo Gaoyang reached his critical point, on the verge ofplete detonation.


    It was at that moment that Xue An’s Divine Sense arrived.


    Pop!


    It was as if an about-to-burst balloon had been deted, or a roaring me was doused by a bucket of cold water.


    The once-critical Luo Gaoyang didn’t even manage a sound before Xue An’s Divine Sensepletely froze him in ce.


    The swelling aura and unleashed Divine Sense dissipated like autumn flowers battered by wind and rain, vanishing without a trace.


    Luo Gaoyang floated slowly into the air, terror filling his eyes as he stared at Xue An.


    At this moment, his entire being waspletely restrained by Xue An’s overwhelming Divine Sense,


    like a fish on the chopping block, awaiting its fate.


    "I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. So don’t me me for what happens next!" Xue An said tly before lifting a single finger.


    An invisible force pierced directly into Luo Gaoyang’s forehead, forcibly extracting his soul from the depths of his consciousness.


    The technique was so extraordinary that everyone present felt a dull ache in their own foreheads.


    Exposed to the air, Luo Gaoyang’s struggling soul seemed to anticipate its grim fate, twisting and writhing wildly.


    Xue An let out a small sigh. "Why resist? It’s not like you haven’t done the same to others. Enjoy it!"


    With those words, he clenched his hand into a fist.


    Crack!


    Luo Gaoyang’s soul emitted a piercing wail that seemed to strike at everyone’s very core, before being crushed by an invisible force.


    Among the fragments of his shattered soul, the grey glimmers representing memory obediently flew into Xue An’s hand.


    As for the rest, it attempted to reassemble, but under Xue An’s power, its futile efforts finally copsed into oblivion.


    With such a simple move, the once-dominant Luo Family Head, a renowned figure even in the depths of the Ghost Realm, met his end.


    Yet Xue An acted as if he had done something trivial, casually absorbing the stolen memories. He then nonchntly dusted off his hands and said softly, "Alright, I’ve gotten what I needed. Now it’s time to send you all on your way!"


    "No!" A wave of panic swept through the crowd.


    Xue An ignored their pleas, turning instead to Wei Haocang. A serene smile yed on his lips.


    "Brother Haocang, how about it? Would you like to try... putting on a fireworks show?"


    Wei Haocang nodded eagerly, his face glowing with excitement.


    Xue An patted him on the shoulder. With each pat, the countless sword auras filling the hall trembled in response.


    After the third pat, Xue An said, "Alright, all the sword auras are now yours tomand. Kill whoever you wish!"


    Though his tone was calm, to the crowd, it was the chilling sneer of a devil, sending shivers down their spines.


    "You monster! This is ruthless ughter!"


    "Yes, you im to avenge others, but this is nothing more than senseless killing!"


    Desperate shouts of anger erupted from all sides.


    Xue An chuckled coldly. "Ruthless ughter? Let’s call it ruthless ughter of ghosts instead! Besides, are any of you truly innocent? Is there anyone here who dares to im they are?"


    His words silenced the room instantly.


    Everyone present was an elite from the hidden depths of the Ghost Realm. Each one of them had blood on their hands, with countless innocents among their victims.


    Faced with Xue An’s rebuke, they remained collectively mute.


    Meanwhile.


    Wei Haocang burst outughing with pure joy, shouting, "Fireworks! Boom, boom, boom!"


    As he shouted, he pointed randomly at the crowd.


    Each time his fingernded, a sword aura exploded.


    Screams followed in quick session.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Bodies dropped in waves, souls annihtedpletely.


    The remaining survivors trembled uncontrobly, despair etched onto their faces, like livestock awaiting their ughter.


    Wei Qingxiao stood dumbfounded. Even she hadn’t expected such an absurdly brutal disy.


    And when she looked at her younger brother, she felt an unfamiliar sensation. In his radiant smile, she saw a near-childlike cruelty!


    "So this is what they mean by ’killed with gentleness,’" she murmured.