In the midst of the discussions, Song Moke's gaze turned incredibly cold.
"Kid, this is your own doing, you have no one else to blame!"
"Enough talking!" Xue An beckoned at Song Moke. "Today, I'm going to make sure none of you leave here alive!"
Song Moke was completely provoked, and suddenly, countless spinning golden talisman wheels appeared in front of him, quickly converging and congealing together.
In an instant, these golden wheels transformed into a small talisman spell, flying straight towards Xue An.
Strangely, this talisman spell was not fast; to many onlookers, it seemed slow.
Yet, this slow-moving talisman spell devoured the space wherever it passed.
Xue An didn't dodge.
Because he knew very well that once this talisman spell was released, no matter where he hid, he couldn't escape its pursuit.
So he simply watched quietly, even a hint of excitement was visible in his eyes.
