"Get up and kill!!" At the same second, Miyamoto Ichiro roared furiously.
However.
The faces of those Samurai were extremely ugly, unable to stand up at all.
"Kill, huh? Fine! I'll satisfy your wish!"
A chilling sneer spread across Chu Mo's lips.
In the next second, Chu Mo's figure moved.
Instantly, all the Samurai felt an especially terrifying and oppressive aura.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Chu Mo's fists swung out in an instant.
The power carried by those fists was simply invincible.
Boom...
Boom...
With one punch, a Samurai's head was immediately twisted, his neck snapped, and blood spilled everywhere.
The scene was terrifying, way too horrifying!
However, Chu Mo acted as if he had just done a trivial thing, entering into the crowd like a wolf among sheep.
It only took a few seconds.
"Don't kill us..."
"We surrender!"
"We surrender!"
...
The remaining Samurai began frantically begging for mercy.
"Heh, do you think I, Chu Mo, am some kind of great saint? Go to hell!"
