Hattori

"Hattori!" Issho dodged aside, frowning. "I don't want to fight you."

"You don't want to fight me?" Hattori stopped, his smile utterly crazed as he touched his chest. "Issho, every time I think of you, my chest aches faintly."

"Hattori..." Issho looked somewhat sorrowful. "I don't want to fight you."

"You don't want to fight?" Hattori suddenly flew into a rage. "You're telling me you won't fight now? When you killed the people on my ship back then, why didn't you say you didn't want to fight?" Hattori slashed at Issho again.

"..." Issho gritted his teeth and blocked Hattori's blade. "Hattori, you should know exactly what your men did! I have no guilty conscience for cutting them down!"

"No guilty conscience?" Hattori increased the strength in his hand. "Then why did you run?"

"I..." A trace of guilt appeared on Issho's face.

"What, so Issho can feel guilty too." Hattori laughed. "Are the moans of the dead filling your ears now? Do you really have no guilty conscience about what you did?"

"I..." The sword in Issho's hand gradually lost strength, but Hattori did not take the chance to attack.

"Tch. Issho, I'll be waiting for you there." Hattori disdainfully sheathed his sword. "I'll cut you down in front of Kichizo and the others' graves." Then Hattori fixed his gaze on Li Ziming, making his heart tremble.

"Hmph, to keep you from running again, I'll take this brat with me!" Hattori suddenly reached for Li Ziming. Li Ziming instinctively tried to dodge; the feeling Hattori gave him was far too threatening.

But what surprised Li Ziming even more was that although Hattori's hand had still been far away, it suddenly appeared right before him and seized him. The killing intent radiating from Hattori made Li Ziming deeply realize that