Hearing Ye Wutian's stern shout, a glint of murderous intent flashed across Ichiro Hirayama's eyes. He turned to look at Ye Wutian and said gravely, "It seems you are eager to die by my blade."
The woman urgently advised, "You should quickly leave." After all, it was because of her that this trouble had arisen. If Ye Wutian were to truly die under Ichiro Hirayama's blade, she would feel guilty.
Yet, Ye Wutian coolly said to Ichiro Hirayama, "Just now you gave me a choice, now I will give you the same. Either let her go, or die here." He hadn't wanted to intervene initially, but the woman's kind gesture had changed his mind.
"Hmph! Seeking death!" Without saying more, Ichiro Hirayama lifted his ninja sword and swung it towards Ye Wutian. A golden Qi Blade detached from the blade and shot rapidly at Ye Wutian.
The woman sighed in regret, but just when she thought Ye Wutian was about to be killed by the Qi Blade, she saw him casually wave his hand, easily dispersing it.
