"You..." The soldier was initially startled, then he wanted to say something.
But Xue An couldn't be bothered with wasting words and simply flicked a finger.
Pop!
After a crisp sound, the soldier's head burst open like a rotten watermelon.
The corpse fell to the ground.
Dead silence filled the area.
After a brief moment, a terrified uproar ensued.
"Heavens, he killed a Mojia Soldier, we're all going to be buried with him in his death!" Someone cried out in despair.
Others simply began to cry loudly.
The boy was also startled, but he quickly regained his composure and said anxiously, "Brother, you must run, the further the better, fast!"
Xue An looked at the boy, and a trace of memory surged within his divine sense.
It was a very mystical feeling.
It was as if images were unfolding before him.
In an instant, Xue An came to know the past of this place.
This was a vast secret realm called Yan Futi.