Recalling Ye Huan's terrifying power, Jiang Wentao shivered instinctively, stepping back a few steps, but still forced himself to muster the courage and said viciously, "Don't pretend to be innocent, kid. I wouldn't dare to co looking for you if I didn't have my own confidence!"
As he spoke, he stepped aside, pointing at the expressionless Miyamoto Shichiro, and sneered at Ye Huan, "You've really done it this ti, kid. Let tell you, this is my boss, the most favored young master of the Miyamoto Family, a standout among the younger generation of Orochi, Miyamoto Shichiro!"
"And then?"
Ye Huan's indifferent reaction made Miyamoto Shichiro's face instantly darken with extre dissatisfaction.
From childhood to adulthood, who hadn't treated him with respect, like a sycophant?
Yet this small assassin from the Dark World dared to be so arrogant?
Upon seeing Miyamoto Shichiro's reaction, Jiang Wentao and six samurai were secretly delighted. This kid is really bold, dare to be so disrespectful to Miyamoto Shichiro!
Miyamoto Shichiro is very angry, and the consequences are severe!
"Ye Hu'an, is that right?"
Miyamoto Shichiro's face was so dark that it could drip water, staring straight at Ye Huan, "I heard that you knew full well the boss of Jiang Wentao's people was , yet you still beat them up?"
"What's the problem?"
Ye Huan nonchalantly retorted.
"What's the problem? It's a big problem!"
"In Japan, anyone who dares to touch Miyamoto Shichiro's subordinates, or dares to disrespect , the only outco is death!"
"Don't think just because you're an assassin from the Western Dark World that you're hot stuff. Even your so-called first assassin in the Dark World—God of Slaughter Ye Huan, in front of , would have to act humbly and lick my shoes!"
Miyamoto Shichiro pointed at the floor with an arrogant deanor and a sinister tone, commanding, "You've got one minute to kneel down, apologize to my subordinates and beg for rcy, and then slap yourself thirty tis and kowtow thirty tis, I might consider sparing your pathetic life. Otherwise, I can't guarantee how miserable your end will be."
Ye Huan couldn't hold back a sneer.
Miyamoto Shichiro is really quite the boaster.
A high-level Chunin just touching the threshold of Jonin, yet dares to say such things?
Ye Huan sneered, his eyes suddenly turning cold, and with a swift kick, he directly hit Miyamoto Shichiro in the abdon!
Caught off guard, Miyamoto Shichiro spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward like a broken kite!
"Damn it, kid, you dared to attack, you're really shaless!"
"Get him, beat him up!"
Jiang Wentao shouted furiously, suddenly bursting with Genin-level might and charged toward Ye Huan with six samurai!
Miyamoto Shichiro, regaining his senses, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, full of misery and resentnt, roared angrily, got up, and the released near-Jonin-level might made the club hall's ceiling shake. Withdrawing his Samurai Sword, he slashed at Ye Huan with all his strength!
Ye Huan chuckled lightly, his eyes suddenly cold, and clenched his right hand into a fist, an incredibly terrifying might suddenly burst forth!
This might made the entire building tremble incessantly, made everyone present truly feel palpitations and chills all over, making everyone including Miyamoto Shichiro and Jiang Wentao subconsciously tremble!
Causing Jiang Wentao, the six samurai, and Miyamoto Shichiro's attacks all to halt!
The murderous intent on their faces was gone, replaced only by astonishnt and fear!
Cold sweat soaked their collars!
"What's the matter, not attacking anymore?" Ye Huan "wondered," "Weren't you all tough, co on, keep going."
Miyamoto Shichiro and others trembled, their eyes overflowing with intense fear.
As mbers of Orochi, they had seen many powerful figures.
Chunin, Jonin, and even… Divine Ninja!
They clearly sensed that the terrifying might Ye Huan released was utterly beyond the scope of a Jonin!
Beyond Jonin, what is that?
Divine Ninja!
Before coming over, Miyamoto Shichiro only thought "Ye Hu'an" was a sowhat stronger assassin from the Western Dark World, and believed his near-Jonin-level strength was enough to handle it.
Who knew this "sowhat stronger" assassin turned out to be at the Divine Ninja Level, also Half-Step Celestial God Level assassin!
What Miyamoto Shichiro and others didn't know was that Ye Huan had only unleashed fifty percent of his power.
Ye Huan feared that if he showed his full Half-Step Divine King Level ability, it might scare these people to death, so he only revealed Half-Step Celestial God Level might.
Otherwise, if Miyamoto Shichiro were scared to death directly, he would have lured him in vain.
Yes, Ye Huan had long suspected that Jiang Wentao explaining carefully wanting to buy intelligence and insisting to co to the Celestial Paradise Club was to afterward bring Miyamoto Shichiro to the club for revenge.
After guessing this, Ye Huan played along.
Miyamoto Shichiro's status in Orochi wasn't low, just right to serve as a breakthrough point to rip open one layer of Orochi and series of defenses!
Three minutes ago, Miyamoto Shichiro dared to look Ye Huan in the eye.
Now, he didn't dare to look at Ye Huan at all.
Like a grade schooler lowering his head, his heart wrapped in intense fear, sweating cold bullets on his forehead.
"If you're not attacking, then how about this."
"I'll give you an opportunity."
"You can kneel with your subordinates, apologize to and beg for rcy, explain your offenses, then slap yourself thirty tis and kowtow to thirty tis."
Ye Huan hands in pockets, smiling, "If you do that, I might spare your pathetic life. Otherwise, I can't guarantee how miserable your end will be."
Miyamoto Shichiro beca even more terrified, knowing that assassins in the Dark World were all desperados, madn not afraid of death, he had no doubt Ye Hu'an would be ruthless.
Yet he still forced himself to muster courage, stamping his foot in anger, shadowed, "Ye Hu'an, don't push it too far, I'm the young master of the Miyamoto Family. If you stop now, I might consider befriending you!"
Seeing Ye Huan raise his hand, he shivered violently, but his tone remained sinister and vicious, "Ye Hu'an, didn't you hear ? I want to be friends, not fight. If you've to take action, my ashes would end up… no, I'd scatter my ashes for you."
With that, he dragged Ye Huan upstairs to the second floor.
Jiang Wentao and six samurai looked at each other, their expressions becoming rather colorful.
Miyamoto Shichiro suddenly acting tough, could it be that he ca up with a strategy to deal with Ye Hu'an, thinking it's not appropriate to beat Ye Hu'an downstairs, pulling him into a private room to beat him up?
Surely that's it!
Jiang Wentao and others hurried upstairs.
Miyamoto Shichiro opened a private room and dragged Ye Huan inside.
Jiang Wentao and others followed suite.
But as soon as they entered, they were dumbfounded.
Only to see Miyamoto Shichiro imdiately kneeling, holding Ye Huan's thigh, snot and tears flowing, looking up at Ye Huan, wailing and crying, "Brother, outside just now there were too many people, now your little brother kneels to you, begging for your forgiveness."
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