"End my bloodline?"
Ito Makoto froze for a moment. Then a fury a hundred times fiercer than when he had been slapped flying erupted in his chest!
"Bastard!"
"You lowly swine! How dare you curse my noble Ito Family!"
He roared, his newly healed face contorting with sheer rage. Veins bulged, making him look utterly hideous.
"You will pay the most agonizing price for your arrogance!"
Ito Makoto slowly ran his hand over the hilt at his waist.
His touch was almost as tender as a lover's caress, forming an eerie contrast with his twisted expression.
"Do you know what this blade is?"
Rather than strike immediately, he began introducing it in a boastful tone.
"This blade is called [Muramasa], the legendary Demon Blade of Eastern Japan! The moment it leaves its sheath, it radiates freezing cold. It kills without spilling blood, because every drop freezes the instant it touches the edge!"
"My great-great-grandfather once wielded this blade on the battlefield and took the heads of over a hundred Dragon Kingdom soldiers!"
He paused, sweeping his gaze over everyone present in blatant provocation.
"Oh, that's right. My great-great-grandfather also visited Modu in his youth."
"He said the women of Modu were the most lovely and fresh in the entire Dragon Kingdom, perfect for improving the genes of our Greater Eastern Japan Empire."
At those words, Chen Duo and the other eight heiresses trembled with fury, their beautiful faces flushed red.
This was no mere insult. He was tearing open the scars of the Dragon Kingdom's history!
The last trace of an amused smile vanished from Yue Xiaofei's face.
An icy, bone-chilling killing intent began brewing deep inside him.
He finally understood where Ito Makoto's cruelty and bone-deep arrogance came from.
It was the arrogance of an invader, inherited through his