"Kid, if I don't avenge the loss of my arm in this lifetime, I swear I'll never be a man!"
The Black Hawk Beast soared into the sky, carrying the sounds of Marico's pain, despair, anger, and motivation.
Basil Jaak looked towards the sky with a faint smile: "Lost arm? That's not really to my taste."
Just moments ago, he nearly killed Marico. With a forceful move, he pressed on, not expecting Marico to pick up his severed arm and flee. Basil Jaak's Divine Travel Skill in pursuit but, unexpectedly, the Black Hawk Beast seemed to have been waiting nearby, whisking Marico into the sky just as Basil Jaak drew near.
Rendering a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage like Marico into such a pitiable state was somewhat surprising to Basil Jaak. He glanced down at the iron sword in his hand; the golden glow that once covered the blade had already faded, leaving it to appear as nothing more than an ordinary, rusty broken iron sword.
