The flames rose, surging upwards.
With each clash of the Sword Blade and the Ghost Gold Stick, her beautiful face was engulfed inch by inch, swallowing the woman's figure whole as she burned... Yet, she seemed to revel in it. As if it were meant to be. It was simply the liberation of her true nature after tearing off her disguise. The intent was to incinerate all beauty and charm, leaving behind only the ferocity and grimness of one walking calmly towards annihilation.
In that instant, a long-lost unease gripped Guo Ying's heart as he sensed the immense power surging from beneath the Ghost Gold Stick.
"Ah, you shameless scoundrel!" the Blonde Thugs roared furiously from a distance, waving their chains in righteous indignation. "This is too much! Throwing gasoline on such a beautiful woman!"
