"Ye Xuan, if you want to kill, kill, but don't expect us to beg," said the Princess of Japan, still a young girl. Yet, the firmness on her face was intensely strong, as if she had already anticipated her own end, with no hope of life left in her eyes.
Hiss!
Another flash of the sword, and the Japanese Princess's left arm was severed, causing her to groan in pain. However, she bit down hard on her silver teeth, refusing to make a sound.
"Not bad, there's some backbone."
Ye Xuan nodded slightly. However, as his eyes opened and closed, a trace of cruelty flashed through them, chilling the temperature of the entire Emperor Pavilion suddenly.
Abruptly!
Ye Xuan smiled at the camera held by the plump man, his voice cold and merciless, "Miyamoto Mutten, I'm giving you three days. If I don't see you within these three days, not only will your children die, your ministers will die too."
