With roars like the chanting of dragons and the howling of tigers, a black hurricane that pierced through heaven and earth approached, bringing with it billowing dust and dirt.
Seeing the Old Sword Master emerge from seclusion, the disciples of Iga Palace all kneeled down to the ground.
Miyamoto Sakura also bowed deeply to Miyamoto Musashi and respectfully called out, "Grandfather!"
Miyamoto Musashi nodded slightly. His gaze shifted to the corpses strewn about and the destroyed mountain sect, and his expression immediately darkened.
"Immortal Master Li, my Iga Palace has had no grudges with you in the past, and no enmity recently. Why have you destroyed our mountain sect and killed my disciples?"
Li Chen, unwilling to show weakness, directly met Miyamoto Musashi's aggressive eyes.
"I have a friend named Zhao Yuqing, who fell into your hands. Is that reason enough?"
Miyamoto Musashi was shocked upon hearing this.
