"So, you are Lin Chen. I've heard that the women around you are all as beautiful as flowers. If I kill you, those women will all belong to me. I'll train them into my slaves and bring them back to the Island Nation for my pleasure!" Wind Demon Ichiro's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smirk.
As he spoke, a wave of blood-soaked energy surged throughout Wind Demon Ichiro's body, gathering on his Blood Blade.
"Over the past few days, my Blood Blade has absorbed enough ghostly resentment. It's the perfect opportunity to show you the power of the Island Nation's Ghost Blade."
As the sinister aura enveloped the Ghost Blade, everyone's faces turned pale with fear.
Only Lin Chen remained indifferent, "You kill our Chinese martial artists, insult our Chinese martial arts. Within three moves, I will cripple your limbs and sever your head."
"Within three moves, I will cripple your limbs and sever your head!"
Arrogant, domineering!
