Yagyu Aida's Confidence!

"Old geezer, Yagyu Shinyo is dead. It's your turn now!"

Ye Chen stood quietly in the air. The wind and snow blew his long hair away, revealing an ordinary face.

However, it was this face that could not be any more ordinary that was like a mountain that stood tall, giving one the feeling of admiring him.

He stood with his hands behind his back. The way he looked at Yagyu Aida was as murderous as hell.

Yagyu Aida stood on a snowy peak across him. His face was calm, and he did not look like the so-called Japanese Sword Saint. Instead, he looked like a scholar.

The two of them looked at each other. It was like in their eyes, only they and their opponent were left in this world, and nothing else mattered to them.

The moment their gazes met, an invisible killing intent filled the place.

At the same time, the wind became stronger, and the snow became thicker.