Miyamoto Musashi heard the words but did not get angry, still maintaining his smile, he said slowly, "I did not expect the God of Slaughter to be someone who's good at talking. No matter what you say, you cannot avoid death anymore, this time you will certainly die! And it will be a very cruel death."
"Then whom do you think Zhitian Shi could exchange for a life?" Huang Yi took a deep breath and took another step back. He could not possibly go kill Zhitian Shi, who had kindly helped him. If he killed Zhitian Shi in a fit of rage, then he would be no different from Miyamoto Musashi.