Unparalleled Martial God

Witness!    

Yang Ziming saw that Chu Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed like two supreme assassins had appeared, each of them thrusting out with a peerless sword.    

His gaze bore all of this and pierced through the wall of the secret room. It was as if a sword had pierced through two pieces of tofu.    

From the corner of Chu Yang's eyes, two streams of blood flowed out.    

After witnessing the scene just now, Chu Yang's eyes were like two unparalleled assassins. They did not hesitate at all and released a peerless strike that gathered his true essence, spirit, martial spirit, soul, and soul, all together and shot out.    

His eyes bore all sorts of burdens, causing him to suffer from injuries. His mind suddenly became extremely tired, and he couldn't help but lower his eyes.    

"My Assassin martial spirit is actually so strong!"    

Seeing all this, Yang Ziming's hands began to tremble. If this was the case, then his blood feud would be just around the corner, between the Yang family's men and women, and between the young and the old.    

He looked at Chu Yang in front of him again and all his excitement disappeared, "Is he really just relying on an external object? How laughable! I truly have been blind and have underestimated the heroes of this world. "    

In just a short moment, Chu Yang had already figured out his Assassin martial spirit and unearthed all the mysteries within it. What kind of comprehension was this? What kind of amazing perception was this?    

It wasn't that the equipment of the Revolving Soul realm was strong, but the equipment of the Revolving Soul realm was incomparably strong in his hands!    

Yang Ziming discovered that he had completely reversed both of them.    

Then, he thought about Chu Yang's movements as a formation master, and he sneered at himself in his heart. He also felt that he was short-sighted, the Chu Yang in front of him was very weak, only a few levels higher than him, but he was strong, strong enough to use a formation master, a rotation equipment, and kill enemies who were several times stronger than him.    

"If he was me, then maybe he wouldn't be as simple as me killing a few people. My parents and brothers and sisters shouldn't all die, neither will anyone from Yang Village die."    

"Am I useless, or is this Chu Yang in front of me too ridiculous?!"    

Yang Ziming couldn't help but suspect himself, his heart was in a mess, he thought to himself, "It's not impossible for him to kill that bastard, the Holy Son of the Golden Roc. This is not just a matter of great kindness, he taught me so, letting me know that my martial soul is extraordinary, but I need to thank him for that."    

He knelt down towards Chu Yang without a word, kowtowing heavily.    

"What are you doing?"    

Chu Yang opened his eyes in fatigue, his tone was also filled with fatigue.    

"Argh!"    

The little girl was also crying out on his shoulder, as if she was saying that it wasn't the act of saving his life or the assassin martial spirits that were offsetting each other. No matter where you knelt, no matter how much you kowtowed.    

"The assassin martial spirit is with me, like a bright pearl covered in dust. I, Yang Ziming, am guarding this treasure mountain in the open, unaware of it. I was fortunate enough to meet you today, Sir Chu, to wake me up and remind you of my great kindness."    

Chu Yang was tired and forced a smile, "If you want to thank me, I should thank you!"    

He cupped his fist towards Yang Ziming, "Today, I will observe Brother Yang's Assassin martial spirit, allowing me to understand the path of the supreme assassins. It is a blessing in disguise for me, and I am very sorry for seizing Brother Yang's fortune."    

"No, no, no!" Yang Ziming shook his head, "Young Master Chu, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't recognize this assassin martial spirit even if it were a hundred or a thousand years, I would only think it was just an ordinary martial spirit, and would only envy others for nothing. Today, it is Young Master Chu who has enlightened me and is my guide."    

Chu Yang smiled, "There's no need for us to be like this. If you feel that I owe you a favor and that I have stolen your martial spirit's secret, we will at most not owe each other anything."    

Pausing for a moment, he turned his gaze to Zhu Yuanji and Li Jianmu, "You two, I'm a little tired right now, so my mood will be very bad soon, so you don't have many opportunities. When I ask you, you'd better cherish it — where is the Holy Son of the Golden Roc?"    

Without waiting for Zhu Yuanji and Li Jianmu to speak, Yang Ziming kneeled down towards Chu Yang, "Young Master Chu, I know where the Holy Son of the Golden Roc is! These two people have a blood feud with me, can you give these two to me? "    

Zhu Yuanji and Li Jianmu had never avoided talking to Yang Ziming. How could Yang Ziming not know about the whereabouts of the Holy Son of Golden Roc? Chu Yang could only nod as he gnashed his teeth.    

However, before he left, he left behind a sentence, "Brother Yang, you are still alive, and you are not living to be an animal, you are neither human nor ghost, you still have a lot of things to do."    

Following that, Chu Yang's figure completely left and an incomparably miserable shriek rang out from within the secret room …