Ink Ash watched the circus clown—who’d just rambled on and tried to slip away—with a face full of displeasure. His smile grew even brighter.

If the head maid, who knew the Great Demon King’s temper well, were here, she’d surely know… the brighter his smile, the angrier the Demon King truly was.

You’re just a petty villain—don’t get cocky here! If I let you escape so easily, I, the Demon King… might as well go home and farm!

Moving like lightning, Ink Ash appeared before Kasha in a blink. He chose the simplest combat style: swinging his arm to punch. “Today, I’ll show you why the flowers are so red!”

*Boom!*

A deafening blast echoed. A shockwave radiating from them violently uprooted every tree nearby.

Calmly watching the fist just a foot from his face, Kasha—safely within the teleportation zone—said casually, “Useless. This primordial teleportation breaks the Tower of Babel’s restrictions. The spatial barrier’s strength far exceeds your imagination.”

“Heh, quite the hard shell…” Ink Ash sneered and threw punch after punch without hesitation.

“Only three seconds left, O Demon King. Save your energy—wait, cracks?!” Kasha’s voice suddenly carried a trace of indescribable terror as he stared wide-eyed at the spiderweb-like fractures spreading before him.

“Hey, you know what?” Ink Ash leaned in close, his face lit by a sunshine-bright, gentle smile. He shouted excitedly, “I love seeing arrogant guys like you utterly dumbfounded!”

Before Kasha could react, Ink Ash’s arm hardened like a spear. Light and shadow blurred. Like a dragon bursting from the sea, he effortlessly grabbed Kasha’s neck—as easily as plucking fruit from a bag.

Gripping the neck, he slowly lifted it upward. Beneath Ink Ash’s cold face, a bloodthirsty curve formed. “I won’t repeat myself—after bullying my apprentice, do you think you can escape?!”

In that instant, the Demon King’s domineering aura and ferocity blazed forth.

“No… impossible! Data says your strongest attack is… that spear! Why’s your physical strength so monstrous?!” Kasha shouted in disbelief. Minutes ago, he’d gripped the other’s neck arrogantly; now, he was the one choking, near death.

“Oh ho, well-informed!” Ink Ash teased, peering into Kasha’s curious eyes. He added meaningfully, “But I am… the Demon King!”

Kasha’s pupils snapped tight as realization struck—but before he could cry out, Ink Ash cleanly snapped his neck.

Demon King, Demon King… could it be just a title? How laughable!

As the battle settled, Lily cautiously approached. “Master… is he dead?” she asked curiously.

“No. He escaped,” Ink Ash replied flatly, shaking his head.

Pointing at the corpse tossed carelessly on the ground, Lily’s face paled slightly. “But he clearly… breathed his last!”

“What? Now you dare question your master?” The Great Demon King glared coldly at her, seething.

Terrified, Lily shook her head wildly and clutched his arm. She coaxed softly, “Sob… I was just curious, Master. Don’t be mad~~”