Although he was in the car, Chen Xiu had sharp ears and eyes and heard every word the other person said.
He slowly brought the car to a stop.
"Mr. Chen has arrived?"
Upon seeing Chen Xiu's car appear, a hint of surprise flashed in Murong Shaobo's eyes. "They've finally arrived!"
"oh?"
The samurai also turned his head to look at the carriage.
Just when he thought Chen Xiu would get out of the car and walk over slowly...
Suddenly, the people inside the car disappeared.
When Chen Xiu reappeared, he had already teleported to Murong Shaobo's side.
"What?"
The warrior was startled, not understanding how Chen Xiu had suddenly disappeared from the carriage and reappeared here.
However, Chen Xiu did not offer any explanation, but instead flicked his finger lightly.
Whoosh!
A sharp blast of gas shot out from his fingertips and struck the warrior on the head with a "bang".
His head exploded instantly, like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer, splattering red and white liquid everywhere...
"Ahh!"
The nearby samurai were caught off guard and splashed with liquid, causing them to hastily retreat in fright.
The samurai who had his head blown off stood still for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground.
"Mr. Chen, you've finally arrived!"
Murong Shaobo breathed a sigh of relief, then said angrily, "These Japanese devils don't play by the rules. We agreed to negotiate, but they secretly ambushed so many samurai!"
"Baka!!"
Before Chen Xiu could speak, hundreds of samurai drew their swords in unison.
They glared at Chen Xiu with hatred, shouting incessantly in the Japanese language, their expressions extremely furious.
"Since they are Japanese devils, of course they don't follow human rules and morality!"
Chen Xiu said calmly.
"Quiet!"
At that moment, a very domineering voice suddenly rang out, which instantly silenced the noisy samurai.
They all made way for each other.
A gray-haired warrior, around sixty years old, walked step by step toward Chen Xiu.
He was about 1.6 meters tall, dressed in a black samurai outfit, with two black samurai swords hanging at his waist!
Every time he took a step, a samurai would bow his head respectfully in salute.
This person is none other than Miyamoto Katsu, the second patriarch of the Miyamoto family.
He walked up to Chen Xiu, calmly scanning him over, and then said in a low, hoarse voice, "Did you kill my two sons?"
"You mean those two pieces of trash who couldn't even withstand a single move from me?"
Chen Xiu countered with a question.
"Baka!!"
"How dare you be so disrespectful to our Lord Miyamoto!!"
"That's practically suicide!!"
These people from Sakurajima had been in Great Xia for some time and spoke the language quite fluently. When they heard Chen Xiu call Miyamoto Ichikawa and Miyamoto Jiro useless and so contemptuous of Miyamoto Masaru, they all wanted to draw their swords and duel with Chen Xiu immediately!
"Lord Miyamoto, please allow me to kill this man!"
"Yes, this brat is not worthy of Lord Miyamoto's attention. Please allow us to kill him!"
"Please grant me permission, Lord Miyamoto!"
The samurai all volunteered to fight.
The old man dressed in black samurai attire was clearly the leader of this group of Sakurajima people.
He didn't say a word, but his men started clamoring to kill Chen Xiu!
Murong Shaobo could no longer tolerate it, and he shouted loudly, "Stop them!"
The wounded bodyguards and martial artists behind them also rushed forward with their weapons.
"You ants are not worthy to challenge Mr. Chen!"
Murong Shaobo gritted his teeth and said, "I can fight you kings, but as for you lowly people, you can talk about it after you get past me, Murong Shaobo!"
"Good!! Let's talk after you get past us!!"
The bodyguards and martial artists behind him shouted loudly.
Just now, although they were at a disadvantage, it was because the small-time savages of Sakurajima launched a sneak attack first.
Now that Chen Xiu has appeared and killed a warrior of considerable fighting strength with a flick of his finger, it undoubtedly boosted everyone's confidence.
Moreover, the people of the Great Xia Kingdom have always had a ruthless streak in their bones!
"If you're not happy, come and fight me! Like, fight to the death!!"
Murong Shaobo's side was filled with excitement.
"Baka!!"
The sword-wielding samurai were also enraged, and both sides were on the verge of battle!
"Quiet."
Miyamoto Masaru spoke again.
Although it was just two simple words, in such a chaotic and noisy environment, those two words still clearly reached everyone's ears.
The warriors behind him fell silent instantly.
This shows how important Miyamoto Katsumi was to them!
Chen Xiu remained silent.
Seeing that the other families had quieted down, things gradually calmed down on Murong Shaobo's side as well.
"I never expected that your appearance would greatly boost their fighting spirit!"
Miyamoto Masaru was somewhat surprised and continued, "If we weren't on opposing sides, I'd like to have a few drinks with you, but... you killed my son, so I have no choice but to cut off your head to pay tribute to them!"
As he spoke, his right hand had already gripped the dark hilt of the knife.
"I don't have the habit of drinking with beasts."
Chen Xiudao.
These words enraged Miyamoto Masaru. He drew his katana and said with a grim face, "Baka! You rude brat, you'll pay a heavy price for your words!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an incredibly powerful aura erupted from Miyamoto Masaru.
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