"Kid, it's not too late to admit defeat now, just hurry up and hold the wedding with Ito Rei, and I won't make a move against you,"
Miyamoto Itsuka said authoritatively, yet the sword in his hand trembled continuously.
"And what if I don't?" Yan Moshan spoke out, he didn't like being forced by others.
But at this moment, he had decided that he must bed Ito Rei, if for nothing else, then for her persistence toward him.
"Kid, prepare to die!"
Miyamoto Takeshi's Black Knife slashed toward Yan Moshan once again, and a beam of Sword Qi burst forward.
"Whoosh—"
As Yan Moshan dodged, he saw half of the sky split open by the sword, clouds tumbling and surging continuously.
"Hmph—since you're so incredible, let's see how much destruction you can cause in Tokyo."
Having said that, Yan Moshan flew toward the ground and in an instant, barged into a luxurious song and dance hall.