The monk clutched his bleeding face, his expression livid with rage. Panting heavily, he slurred:
"You incorrigible fiend! You need Pure Heart!!"
With that, his pitch-black arm rapidly swelled, slicing through the air as he punched toward Slit-Mouthed Woman's face.
But just then, a tall woman's figure suddenly appeared before him. She had arrived silently, without the slightest trace.
Since this woman stood a full eight feet tall, the monk's punch only struck her abdomen.
The tall woman's expression chilled. "Little monk, what are you trying to do to this child?"
Sensing danger, the monk involuntarily took a step back.
"I've taken a liking to this child." The woman adjusted her hat and said coldly, "Only I may torture her to death. No one else is allowed to touch her."
"You strange women..." Black Monk snarled. "All of you can die!"
Before the monk could attack, Eight-Foot Woman stepped forward. As terror spread across his face, she seized his throat first, lifted him clean off the ground, and hurled him into the sky.
The monk had never expected this tall woman to possess such overwhelming strength. Thrown off balance, he tried to right himself with several midair rolls, but failed every time.
Eight-Foot Tall Person turned to Slit-Mouthed Woman. "Stop playing. Kill him."
Slit-Mouthed Woman chuckled a few times, then pointed both hands skyward. Countless wounds inexplicably appeared across the airborne monk's body, as though countless invisible blades had sliced through him. Blood showered down from the sky.
At the sight, Slit-Mouthed Woman clapped again and again, shouting, "Hehehe! Fireworks! Fireworks! Ugly fireworks!"
Eight-Foot Tall Person nodded slightly and smiled gently. "Well done, little cutie. Don't go dying at someone else's hands. I can barely restrain my urge to torture you to death."
Slit-Mouthed Woman smiled back at Eight-Foot Tall