"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a true Thousand-Man Slayer, indeed. Young lady, you are truly ruthless. Even those battle maniacs in the Armed Society can't cut so cleanly and decisively as you do, and this isn't even against an Exotic, but against your fellow witches. Is this the determination of a Judge?"
Beside her, Wenwen was directing her floating cameras to capture the aftermath of corpses and rivers of blood. She herself was looking at the swordsman standing amidst the pool of blood, seemingly untouched by a speck of dust.
The swordsman was still in red clothes and red hair, only now the redness of their robes and hair seemed more vivid, as if dyed with fresh blood.
