At the moment when the Smoker looked to the sky and laughed wildly, a cold aura enveloped him.
Soon after, a hand slowly reached out toward him.
The Smoker wanted to dodge, but found that no matter how hard he tried, his body was immobilized as if acupuncture points had been struck.
A trace of panic began to spread in his mind.
"Illusion!"
Bai Xiaofan whispered a word, and the panicked Smoker's eyes lost their color, his entire being falling into the illusion woven by Bai Xiaofan's Slaughter Eye.
Soon after, Bai Xiaofan's hands moved swiftly before him, weaving countless streaks of golden afterimages.
"No, don't come near! It wasn't me who killed you! It wasn't me…"
"Hahaha, you all deserve to die! Killing you was for your own good!"
"Anyway, you're all destined to perish. You might as well fulfill my ambitions and let me master the Blood Refining Technique!"
"Father, Mother, you can die peacefully now. Just don't blame me, hahaha…"
