He wasn't really a fool. If he were truly foolish, he wouldn't have become a Pseudo-God here or held an official position.
Therefore, after pondering for a moment, he understood Qin An's true situation.
Without hesitation, Wu Changming raised his hand towards Qin An's chest, a cold sneer on his face: "A mere Transformation Stage, how could you be my match?"
But just as Wu Changming's palm was about to touch Qin An, Qin An suddenly retaliated, slashing at his neck.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, and after the head rolled a few times on the floor, there remained a trace of fear on its face, resembling ink that hadn't dissolved.
Qin An sheathed his blade, speaking calmly: "You once said this is the place with the weakest resentment energy, so even the leader here doesn't know. That's precisely why it's ideal for me to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."
