He untied the cursed scimitar from the belt, twisted its handle, and swung it like a silver metal fan.
Red Beard’s expression changed after seeing the cursed scimitar. He raised his right hand and hit the ground.
*BAM*
White steam rose from the mud and blocked Angele’s sight. The old man started running to the left.
His face was pale and he was struggling to run in a straight line.
*CHI*
Suddenly, he stopped moving and the silver blade pierced through his chest brutally. Blood spurted out of the wound right away.
Red Beard’s body was ignited and he was turned into a human torch. The old man was melting like a candle in the yellow flames.
Angele pulled the scimitar out of Red Beard’s body and took two steps back, watching the old man melt.
"It’s over. You know who I am but it doesn’t matter anymore," he spoke in a light tone.
He raised the scimitar high and cut off Red Beard’s head.
"Ah!"
