The entire hall was enveloped in a thick scent of blood. Yamamoto Muramasa stood proudly in the hall; although his face remained as gentle as ever, his eyes, like a serpent flicking its tongue, shimmered with a chilling gleam that made one's heart pound.
Those who remained motionless, observing the bodies on the ground and Yamamoto Muramasa's demeanor, felt their hearts race uncontrollably. Meanwhile, some among them felt a sense of relief wash over them.
Fortunately, they hadn't gotten up to leave, otherwise, one of the bodies on the ground would certainly have been theirs!
After killing these people, Yamamoto Muramasa leisurely walked back to the main seat and sat down again.
