Watching Silver Lamp collapse on the bloody net of the cage and vomit a pool of fresh blood, Ash exhaled a turbid breath as golden sparks flitted through the air.
Although he had experienced numerous battles before, seemingly it was his first time being ruthless to a young girl; he didn't know if it was Igula and Harvey who lowered his standards, or the Sword Maiden and the Witch who raised his threshold.
However, Ash did not hesitate at all, the same old saying, even if he had to bring Silver Lamp alive back to the Four Pillars God Sect to resolve sensory issues, if he did not reduce Silver Lamp's threat to noticeably benign levels, he couldn't rest easy.
Ash's limbs touched the ground, and like a cat, he arched his back, his forehead's pointed horn emitted blazing lightning, his body intensified the compression of the Golden Thunder resembling a layer of thin golden fur—if Freyja saw this, she would definitely say I looked like a very hairy Meiwa, the Cult Leader thought.
