"You..."
Miyamoto Satoshi raged. There was no way he, the exalted Sang Jing Medicine King, would acknowledge an ordinary Xuanse man as his godfather.
"Kneel and call me Daddy," Ye Xiu teased.
"Don't even think about it!" Miyamoto Satoshi said through gritted teeth. "If you have the guts, go ahead and kill Take Shitamura. I guarantee plenty of Xuanse people will be buried with him."
He had already thought it through. Once he returned, he would encourage Kuroki Suzu to challenge the experts of the Jin Ye City Ancient Martial Circle and kill a wave of them under the guise of issuing challenges.
"Rest assured, I won't kill him," Ye Xiu said with a cold laugh. "Weren't you here to challenge the Ghost Doctor? How about this? You two can compete to see who can cure Take Shitamura. Whoever cures him wins."
After speaking, he fiercely exerted strength with his left hand, sending Take Shitamura flying like a shell into the black Mercedes.
CRASH!
