The merchant seemed about to speak, but before he could make a move, the Golden Light God General suddenly turned back, and even at the risk of his body completely dissipating, he transmitted a beam of golden light through his thoughts, piercing the merchant's skull and exploding into a red-gray firework.
The ordeal wasn't over; tiny blue-gold flames ignited inside the merchant's skull, which, presumably, were also Karmic Fire.
"Well, it seems that even the thought of betrayal is not permissible; the Shangxuan Sect is truly formidable."
An Jing was not surprised. The gang leaders on the Tianyuan Realm side all had the karma fire curse seal, it would be improbable if the elite spy from the Huai Xu Realm didn't have it.
He turned his head, looking at the last elderly ghost: "Are you from Taiming Sect? If you too cannot speak, then end yourself to avoid the torment of being burned by the Netherworld Ghost Flame."
