The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 723 The Call of the Reaper

Chapter 723 The Call of the Reaper

But then, on second thought, Beauty seemed somewhat reluctant to follow through.

Because if the country bumpkin stopped spewing his nonsense, if every word from his mouth was serious, it wouldn't be any fun at all.

White spotted an opportunity - Daniel had his back turned, presenting the perfect moment for a sneak attack. Such a chance, if missed, would be unworthy of a martial arts master. There was no room for hesitation; White had to act immediately, so he hoisted his White Axe.

With a swish, the sharp blade of the White Axe cut through the air, emitting a deadly sound. This sound was the call of death, the summoning of the Reaper. Those who had heard it before were no longer among the living, for the White Axe was destined to taste blood with every swing.

Even though Daniel's eyes were planted firmly upfront - fixated on Beauty's alluring figure - he was acutely aware of White's movements behind him. He heard the sound and sensed the approaching White Axe aimed at his head, poised to cleave his skull in two.

Daniel's head might be as hard as iron, but he wasn't foolish; he had no intention of letting the White Axe strike him. After all, even those slow of wit wouldn't willingly offer their head to an executioner's axe.

And so, as the White Axe streaked down, Daniel simply moved a small step away, and with a slight turn of his body, effortlessly dodged the blow.

As for White, he had put all his might

into a strike that met only air. His

White Axe slammed into the ground, 16

cleaving a large rock in two with a crash The resulting pebbles

scattered, many pelting Smart's rear asbe spectated from not too far away.

"Ah! Aaaaah!" Smart let out a blood-curdling scream. It was a genuinely unsettling sound, for it wasn't Beauty's soft palm that had struck him but a stone, rigid and unyielding.

Unexpectedly ambushed by the barrage, Smart endured a miserable plight.

White, too, felt the sting of flying pebbles, not on his behind, but a far more delicate area - between his legs.

"Aaah! Aaaaaah!" White's cries were equally piercing. He wasn't merely screaming, though; he clutched at his groin, reeling in agony. The sharp pain of a stone hitting there was intense, something no man could shrug off easily.

After several grimaces and sharp intakes of breath, White pointed his White Axe at Daniel, accusing him irrationally, "Country bumpkin, you've got some nerve dodging my attack!"

"White, have you taken one too

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many blows to the head with that axe of yours? How could you say something so shameless? You. came at me with that White Axe, trying to split my head in two- and you expect me not to dodge?".