Death Great Spirit Body

It had to be said that Shien had brought a great deal of personal resentment into dealing with Limjo this time.

Did he really think Shien had been unaware of the Streim Family's eldest son's constant targeting of him?

Even before he and Roxie had confirmed their relationship, this guy and his duke father had repeatedly plotted against him behind the scenes. Did they really think Shien had not kept that in mind?

Especially Limjo, that hypocrite. He hated Shien to the core, yet acted friendly and close in front of him, putting on the appearance of wanting to be good brothers. If Shien had possessed his current influence back then, and had had a decent excuse to make a move, he would have kicked that hypocrite flying long ago.

Now, not only had this guy apparently eaten something that had turned him into neither man nor ghost, he had also defected to Moro, thrown his weight around here, acted all high and mighty, and even declared before that so-called High Priest that he would deal with Shien and take his wife. The fact that Shien had not attacked him then already showed how hard he had been restraining himself.

Now, with old and new grudges piled together, Shien finally stopped holding back. He poured all the resentment he had long harbored toward this hypocrite into every kick, mercilessly stomping him down.

"Pfft!"

Limjo had already lost count of how many times he had coughed up blood.

Under Shien's increasingly vicious kicks, he felt as though every bone in his chest had broken.

The agonizing pain spread through his entire body, making Limjo howl miserably again and again, but it was useless.

He wanted to struggle, to fight back, even to risk everything in one desperate attack. Yet beneath Shien's