Walking along the long street that had grown much quieter, the cold wind blowing in his face made Xue An calm down a little.
The blood and qi that had been boiling at the thought of reaping evil entities slowly settled as well.
Xue An knew very clearly what he was going to do, and what consequences it might bring.
But he did not hesitate in the slightest.
Because compared to dragging out the black hand hiding behind the curtain, these so‑called evil entities were nothing more than a bunch of small fry.
To avoid them getting in the way at the Bai Family Conference, these people had to be removed.
Of course, by "removed," Xue An did not mean wiped out completely, but rather, like Bao Huarong or that Sect Hierarch of the Witch God Cult, controlled if possible, and if truly uncontrollable, then replaced with an external incarnation.
It was like playing a game: before you kill the final boss, you always have to clear out the mobs around it first.
