The swordsmanship was fierce, but Lin Tian had to say the opposite, so he shouted again, "Muramasa, I'm telling you, such lousy swordsmanship could never hit anyone. Forget it, I don't even feel like watching anymore. You're not embarrassed, but I'm embarrassed for you."
"Brat, after I've killed everyone here, I'll force you to take a sword and castrate yourself, chop off your manhood, then let's see if you still dare to talk big!" the Demon Blade Muramasa said coldly.
Damn it, always threatening me with my manhood, Lin Tian thought resentfully. But the threat was indeed effective, and he had no choice but to temporarily shut up. He didn't need his manhood, but Lin Tian believed that Muramasa would really dare to do it.
He suddenly envied vampires who could regrow their limbs if they were cut off. If he could do the same, he wouldn't be afraid of having his manhood chopped off—he could just grow it back if it happened.
