"My lord, what should we do?" A ninja looked at the old man's gloomy face, secretly swallowed, and then asked tremblingly.
"Go back. Or do you still want to fight Mirai?" The old man's eyes remained icy. He was not in a good mood, having killed several people in this clan with his sword.
"Ha ha, you're asking for even more happiness!"
When the old man saw the ninjas looking uncertain one after another, he knew they were considering shirking responsibility. His heart turned cold, and his body vanished from where he stood.
These ninjas wanted to evade their responsibility, so naturally, he had to strike first!
On the other side of the clan, when those ministers saw a large number of heads falling from the wall, they were scared out of their wits. Some turned and fled, shouting that their clan was under attack.
The others had never seen such a scene before and could not even walk.
"Provocation?"
A powerful ninja of the clan looked at the heads bouncing on the ground, yet no one had seen anything. He could not help muttering softly before shaking his head.
"No. If it were a provocation, how could they kill only a few people without showing themselves? And with that kind of strength, they shouldn't have casually killed just a few people..."
The ninja's brows furrowed slightly, but in the end, he could not figure anything out. He could only sigh helplessly, then leap down from the wall. Looking at the several ministers who had regained their composure, he snorted coldly. "My lords, are you coming with me to see His Highness, or are you going home to cultivate?"
"Of course, we will go see His Highness."
Hearing this, the five ministers hurriedly cupped their hands and put on humble