Ye Huan sipped his tea indifferently. As soon as he spoke, the attack from the six Miyamoto brothers abruptly ceased.
Their expressions fluctuated between blue and white. Honestly, they really wanted to fight Ye Huan to the death and avenge Miyamoto Musashi.
But Ye Huan was right; with just the six of them, they couldn't seek revenge against the Sixth Sequence, nor could they shake the Sequence!
If they wanted to avenge Miyamoto Musashi, they could only rely on Ye Huan's strength.
"How do you want to cooperate? And do you truly have the confidence to go against the Sixth Sequence? He's not someone who can be easily dealt with."
Miyamoto Daro said with a stern face, waved his hand backward, and together with the other five brothers, sheathed their samurai swords, his voice deeply grim.
"Don't ask if I have confidence. Even if I didn't, you'd still have to trust me." Ye Huan was quite ambiguous in his words.
