The old man was originally from the Iga Family, naturally harboring some grudges against them to some extent, so unless absolutely necessary, he did not wish to clash with its members.
"Leave? Since our Iga Family has come, we have no intention of going back easily alive!"
Iga Zhan stepped forward, his cold eyes gleaming with a hint of brilliance, clearly ready to battle if necessary.
"Don't push me! I don't want to kill any member of the Iga Family!"
The old man's eyes were bloodshot, his facial muscles trembling constantly. He gritted his teeth with difficulty, his heavy breathing akin to that of a panting buffalo.
Thirty years ago, he had promised his beloved that he wouldn't seek revenge for her and wouldn't kill any ninja from the Iga Family. But now, the Iga Family had the audacity to provoke Zhonghua!
Any member of Huaxia would absolutely not tolerate it. Because the old man was Huaxia, not Fusang!
