The elderly man, transformed into a monster, lunged down heavily, swinging his claws to tear the kneeling Sword Star into pieces.
Yet, the expected warmth of blood, the soft sensation of tearing muscle fibers, and the sweet burst of dreams—all failed to materialize.
All he received was emptiness.
Could it be that I have lost my original intent, unable to enjoy the thrill of being a Predator?
After briefly doubting himself, the elderly man found the reason.
What he tore apart was not Sword Star's body but a paperman inscribed with Talismans.
The afterimage of Sword Star's body dispersed, and upon reconsolidating, appeared above the elderly man.
Sword Star formed a Sword Technique with his fingers and coldly shouted, "Exterminate the demon!"
The Flying Sword before him transformed into a stream of light, descending from the sky to pierce the elderly man directly.
