Shen Haoran stood on the cold, alien metallic ground of his artificial world, his breathing slightly shallow but his eyes remaining as sharp as twin daggers.
He stared downward at the headless corpse of Tai Yuhao.
There was no pity in his gaze, only a clinical indifference.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a speck of brilliant, pure golden flame danced on the tip of his index finger.
"Gold Incinerating Supreme Flame," he murmured. "Burn him."
He dropped a spark of his Heavenly Flane onto the fallen protagonist's body, and instantly, the golden flame erupted into a roaring, majestic vortex of heat, consuming the flesh, blood, and bones in a fraction of a second.
It didn't just burn the physical body of Tai Yuhao, but also incinerated the remaining physical traces, reducing the Child of Destiny into a pile of absolute, unrecoverable gray ash before a gentle gust of localized wind swept it away into the void.
