Unparalleled Martial God

Silence, an incomparable silence, and a long silence. There were only two people standing in front of each other, one was gently waving a folding fan in his hand, while the other had a faint smile on his face.    

    

When the first half of the sabre was pushed back, it was definitely not because he did not want to take action. He had completely repressed the sabre back into its sheath. The youth in the dark night was more familiar with it, so when he attacked, it would be faster.    

    

"Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"    

    

The wind outside suddenly blew, but it did not affect where the two were. However, the flickering lights of the lamps were extinguished at this moment in a strange manner, causing the two of them to sink into darkness. The surroundings became even more deathly silent.    

    

"Your conditions?"    

    

After a long period of silence, a voice suddenly came out of the darkness. It did not seem sudden, but it seemed very strange, as if a miracle was happening in the darkness.    

    

"Name?"    

    

In the darkness, another voice sounded. Compared to the miracles, this was a voice that could not be compared with ordinary voices.    

    

The voice also explained, "Sorry, but I have already collected the names of the other two dead faces. I would like to collect your name as well."    

    

"Wu Chou!"    

    

These two words seemed very grand and sacred, and they were filled with pride and confidence, so it sounded like the voice of a God.    

    

"Wu Chou, I want the cultivation system of the Path of Witchcraft."    

    

In the darkness, the voice suddenly became silent for a long time.    

    

With a bang, a flame came out of the darkness, and then a bonfire: a bastard seemed to have torn down someone's house and used it to light a fire.    

    

The firelight revealed a smiling face. The smiling face said, "It seems that in the darkness, you are more comfortable."    

    

He did not seem to know that he had gone too far. Extremely, to the point of killing himself!    

    

This was truly a suicidal action. It would either take his life or the life of the other party.    

    

However, the fatal event had not happened yet. The bonfire burned even more fiercely, so much so that it shone even brighter than before. It completely illuminated that cold, deathly face, the left hand gripping the handle of the blade.    

    

Blue veins were already popping out on his left hand!    

    

The smiling face on the other side found something impolitely and sat down. He didn't even look at the cold face of the dead man as he continued to wave his fan in satisfaction.    

    

There was no fear!    

    

This was not a light disease for Chu Yang, and it was already late stage. There was no cure for it!    

    

Wu Chou seemed to be considering whether or not he had the ability to treat such an illness. Obviously, it would not be easy for him to treat such an illness. Even if he were to chop off that person's head, it would likely fail.    

    

The deep hatred of the Blood Sea. The era of the Path of Witchcraft. Which one was more important?    

    

In the face of a disease like being fearless, Wu Chou only had two choices, but no one could tell him which one to choose.    

    

"How can you trust me!"    

    

The answer finally came. To Yu WuChou, nothing was more important and valuable than his mother.    

    

Chu Yang was not surprised by this either. It was only because Wu Chou did not choose this that he was surprised.    

    

"Do you need me? Who am I?"    

    

He did not look at Wu Chou and continued to gently wave the folding fan in his hand as he proudly said those words.    

    

Finally, he added, "But it seems that I have overestimated you! And I shouldn't have spoken to you in such a way, with such a tone. "    

    

The latter part was even more arrogant.    

    

Chu Yang thought Wu Chou was amazing enough that he didn't need to ask that question. However, Wu Chou didn't seem to be good enough!