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Subsequently.
Then the side door opened, and several people walked out.
Upon seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi's face showed panic for the first time.
Because a troop of soldiers came in through the side gate, but these soldiers were holding Miyamoto Musashi's family hostage!
Chapter 177: The power of the trade is mine; with the power of the demon, I will slay the king!
Miyamoto Musashi's eyes instantly became bloodshot.
Anger burned fiercely within him, as if it would set the entire room ablaze.
His hands gripped the two swords at his waist tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands as if they might burst at any moment.
He never imagined that he would face such despicable tactics.
"What are you going to do!" His voice was hoarse, almost a shout, filled with endless anger and despair.
The king standing opposite him had a cold smile on his lips, his eyes full of smugness and mockery.
"What else can we do? Of course, we can invite the families of my great generals to stay in my palace for a while!"
The king's laughter echoed in the hall, like a sharp blade piercing Miyamoto Musashi's heart.
A sense of powerlessness welled up in Miyamoto Musashi's heart; he had never felt so helpless.
As an invincible general, he was already used to facing the enemy's swords and spears.
But at this moment, he was defeated by his own weakness.
His family, the family he cherished most, became pawns in the hands of the enemy.
"Why! Why did you have to do this!"
His voice trembled slightly, but more so with anger and resentment.
His gaze was fixed on the king, as if he wanted to etch the other's face deeply into his memory.
The king's laughter gradually subsided, and he slowly walked down the steps to stand before Miyamoto Musashi, looking down at him.
"Miyamoto Musashi, what good is your strength? What good is your bravery? Your weakness is these people, isn't it?" His voice was deep and cold, like a venomous snake coiling around Miyamoto Musashi's heart.
Miyamoto Musashi's heart was filled with contradictions and struggles.
he knows.
Obeying this king's orders will only bring more injustice!
But if he doesn't listen, what will happen to his family members who are now kidnapped?!
He felt that his beliefs and will were being tested like never before at this moment!
"It's too close! Many soldiers have their knives at your family members' necks!"
"Oh dear, with your current strength, you probably can't save them 100% safely, can you?!"
"So, do as this king says, and go and kill those people from other forces outside!"
"And by the way, you can also help your king do some more unjust things!"
"Hmm, if I were to make another deal with you, it would give you even more power!"
"Powerful enough to save your family!"
"But I won't make a deal with you this time!"
The devil awaits Miyamoto Musashi's downfall.
Therefore, he refused to help Miyamoto Musashi again.
Hearing the devil's words, Miyamoto Musashi felt even more oppressed...
Meanwhile, on the continent of Kings at this moment.
The heroes, like Miyamoto Musashi, held their breath; the atmosphere was heavy.
This……
How am I supposed to choose?
It's family again!
Everyone has seen how much Miyamoto Musashi cared about his family!
"Do as I say!"
The king sat high on his throne, his eyes cold and his tone leaving no room for doubt.
The air in the palace seemed to freeze at his words; the guards held their breath, fearing to offend the monarch who held the power of life and death.
The king's gaze swept over Miyamoto Musashi's family, those relatives imprisoned to the side, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
Their existence was like the sharpest weapon in the king's hand, ready to pierce Miyamoto Musashi's heart at any moment.
From the king's perspective, the situation was firmly in his grasp, and there was no need to worry about any other variables.
But is that really the case? Is his confidence too blind?
Just as the king was smiling smugly.
A deafening roar shattered the tranquility of the palace.
"roar--!"
Miyamoto Musashi looked up at the sky and roared.
The sound was like thunder, shaking the very soul of everyone present.
His eyes burned with a fierce rage, as if he wanted to incinerate the entire world.
"Do you think you can control everything?" Miyamoto Musashi's voice was deep and powerful, filled with boundless anger and defiance.
Before he finished speaking, a thick purple mist emanated from his body and quickly filled the entire hall.
The fog, as if it were alive, spread rapidly, enveloping every corner.
"What is this?!" The king stood up in alarm, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.
However, it was too late. The purple mist rapidly engulfed everyone in the hall.
The soldiers looked at their hands and feet in horror, finding that they were beginning to disobey their commands, as if bound by an invisible force.
"Ah—!" A soldier collapsed to the ground in pain, and then more soldiers fell one after another.
"This is impossible!" The king's voice trembled slightly; he could not believe his eyes.
Miyamoto Musashi watched all this coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
His heart was filled with anger and grief.
Over the years, he has endured humiliation and hardship, all for the sake of protecting his family.
However, the king's cruelty and ruthlessness ultimately forced him to retaliate.
"Do you think that by controlling my family, you can control me?" Miyamoto Musashi walked step by step toward the king, his voice as cold as ice.
The king's face was pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He took a few steps back, as if trying to escape this nightmare.
However, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.
"You...you can't do this..." The king's voice trembled; he had never been so terrified.
Miyamoto Musashi ignored his pleas and continued walking forward.
Purple mist swirled around him, as if protecting him.
Every step he took filled the king with immense pressure and despair.
Finally, Miyamoto Musashi stood before the king, looking down at this once arrogant ruler.
His eyes gleamed with a resolute light, as if he could see right through the king's soul.
"Your reign is over," Miyamoto Musashi said in a low voice, his tone filled with utter coldness and resolve.
The king's face grew even paler; he knew he could no longer escape this nightmare.
The purple mist continued to permeate the entire hall, where only Miyamoto Musashi's resolute figure stood, like an unshakeable mountain.
The soldiers fell one after another, their fates unknown, and the king, amidst this endless fear, lost his last hope.
The demon did not make a deal with Miyamoto Musashi, but the demonic power within Miyamoto has increased once again...
Seeing this scene, it wasn't just the heroes of the King's Continent who were shocked.
Even the demon itself on the giant screen was deeply shocked at this moment.
The demon was utterly shocked and confused, his crimson eyes fixed on Miyamoto as if trying to find the answer from the depths of his soul.
"Why is this?" The demon's voice was low and cold, tinged with unease. "I clearly didn't make a deal, so how did it still happen?"
Miyamoto Musashi stood in the dim forest, his eyes as sharp as blades, as if they could pierce through all illusions.
He slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, and let out a low growl: "The deal has never been guided by you, you demon. Whether to make a deal or not is my decision."
The demon frowned slightly, clearly puzzled by Miyamoto's words. "What do you mean? You mean you can unilaterally decide whether a deal is made?"
A cold smile appeared on Miyamoto Musashi's face, and his voice was firm and powerful: "That's right. If I decide to trade a portion of my soul for your power, then the deal must be made, whether you agree or not."