Death
Éditeur: Simple MTL
As the clouds in Lei Luo's hand slid, black blood began to scatter as Miyamoto Musashi's body shattered. Everything was so unexpected.
However, what Lei Luo saw in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes was not regret, but relief.
In a flash, Lei Luo stabbed the clouds into the ground and caught Miyamoto Musashi's upper body, which was about to fall to the ground.
Perhaps it was because of the tenacity of the demon race's vitality, or perhaps it was because the obsession in Miyamoto Musashi's heart had not been completed that he did not die immediately. He only opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Lei Luo, the last person he had ever seen in his life.
"Tell me, what do you think the people of the northern border will think of me? A demon? A freak? Or a Grandmaster?"
At the last moment, Miyamoto Musashi was still very serious. He only asked Lei Luo, but Lei Luo was at a loss and did not know how to answer.