Yamamoto Muramasa had thought he would die, but he never imagined death would be so painful, so difficult!
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to wish for death, to regret ever walking into this world.
"Swish, swish..."
Ye Xunhuan didn't immediately kill Yamamoto Muramasa; instead, he continued to flash in front of Yamamoto Muramasa like a swimming dragon, and each flash represented a piece of flesh being peeled off Yamamoto Muramasa.
It wasn't clear how much time had passed, but Yamamoto Muramasa could no longer hold on, and his body slowly collapsed onto the ground. The look in his eyes became scattered and hollow.
And Ye Xunhuan also stopped at this moment, no longer taking action.
Ye Xunhuan stared at Yamamoto Muramasa with a poker face: "If you hadn't set your sights on my wife, you could have died a less painful death!"
"Unfortunately, you had to entertain that notion..."
"Kill...kill me..." Yamamoto Muramasa murmured.
