Struggling at Death's Door!

"It's fine. Pick up the call."

"Yes!" Hattori Makoto bowed again. Then, he took out his phone and placed it by his ear. The next moment, his eyes suddenly trembled. He could not believe what he had heard. He said in a trembling voice, "Are… are you serious?"

In the next moment, he felt the world spin, as if the sky was about to collapse.

After hanging up the phone, he was still in a daze. Sato Ten looked at him and scolded him. Hattori Makoto came back to his senses, but his body was still trembling.

"What's wrong?" Sword Saint Sato looked at him and a bad feeling rose in his heart. The next moment, Hattori Makoto said, "Sword Saint, my father was killed by Heavenly Dragon. Even many experts from the Ninja Clan were killed by him."

What?!

Sato Ten straightened up and looked at Hattori Makoto with a dark expression. After all, Hattori Nobunaga was his disciple. How could he have died at the hands of that Chinese youth?