"What... what are you going to do?" The Yaksha, seeing me approach step by step, suddenly revealed a terrified expression.
"What am I going to do? I've said it before, 'An eye for an eye.' Whatever you just did to us, I'll do the same to you." I replied with a smirk that didn't reach my eyes, then raised my right foot and kicked him hard.
Thud!
With a muffled sound, the Yaksha slid over ten meters across the ground.
"That kick was for the Ghost Soldier." I walked over to his side again and spoke to him coldly.
"I... I was wrong, please... please spare me." The Yaksha was too spineless, having barely received a punch and a kick before starting to beg for mercy. But, would I let him go?
"Spare you? Where is that haughtiness from before? Speak up," I sneered and kicked him again. "That kick is also for the Ghost Soldier."
"You are a generous person, please just let it go as if it were a fart," The Yaksha put on an uglier face than crying and begged me again.
