The Rock Sword plunged viciously into Iga Shingen's back, but Lin Yi did not stop. He kept driving the sword into Iga Shingen, seemingly intent on stabbing him to death.
Iga Shingen let out a muffled groan and hurriedly turned his head to look at the Rock Sword embedded in his back. His face flushed crimson, and veins bulged on his forehead. Clearly, he was struggling to endure something.
Seeing the agony on Iga Shingen's face, Lin Yi gave a cruel smile and thrust the sword hard another two times.
This time, blood trickled from the corners of Iga Shingen's mouth.
By now, Lin Yi no longer cared about anything else. He had already wounded Iga Shingen, who had no chance of escaping, so he decided to finish him off.
Lin Yi pressed his palm against the Rock Sword, gripped it, and yanked it out. Then he kicked Iga Shingen, sending him tumbling away, before raising the sword and stabbing at him again.
Shhk!
The Rock Sword pierced Iga Shingen's back again, and he spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.
This time, Lin Yi was smarter. Rather than pulling the sword out immediately, he moved it in circles inside Iga Shingen's back, as though admiring a beautiful landscape painting.
Iga Shingen forcibly suppressed his fury. His face twisted into a vicious expression as he said, "You bastard! Lin Yi, if you dare kill me, the Iga Group will tear you limb from limb! Your woman and your parents won't escape either..."
Iga Shingen's voice brimmed with hatred and curses.
"Hmph!" Lin Yi snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the Rock Sword from Iga Shingen's back again, then seized it and plunged it straight into his heart.
Iga Shingen's eyes widened. His mouth opened several times