Goyo spat out another mouthful of blood. Before he could defend himself, his left hand was severed.

Just as he was about to speak, a purple-gold light flashed behind him. As soon as James materialized from the light, he delivered a powerful elbow strike.

Goyo plummeted from the sky, but James did not stop his attacks. Just like a puppet, he was battered by the successive attacks and rendered completely unable to mount any defense.

James could have ended Goyo’s life with a single strike, but instead, he seemed to be deliberately toying with his opponent, as if testing new techniques.

The battle stretched across entrapochs. Goyo endured blow after blow, his limbs shattered and meridians destroyed. He gasped for breath and spat blood until he finally collapsed into the void.

James appeared beside Goyo’s right side with a flash. He picked up the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword and ceased his relentless assaults.

“The Upper Three Swords,” James mused, twirling the sword in his hand. “If I co