War God felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if the girl who stood up again was a demon that crawled out of hell. However, there was no fear on his face. Instead, there was a hint of relief that was hard to detect.
The pores on his back stood up. Every nerve in his body tensed up, sending a signal to his brain to retreat.
The wind howled. San Wu's hair fluttered in the air. Her clothes fluttered in the wind. It was a hurricane formed from her body's aura. Her pores were spewing out an unprecedentedly powerful aura.
If her hair was dyed white, the girl in front of him could play the role of the White Haired Demoness. No one was more suitable than her.
No, she was colder than the White Haired Demoness. The violence in her red eyes receded like the tide. Instead, it was replaced by a deep, cold gaze. She had abandoned her emotions and emotions. She had become a true, ice-cold weapon.
"Success …" War God murmured.
At that moment, the man's expression was very complicated. San Wu was a weapon that he had created. He had personally extinguished San Wu's desire for emotions. He had made her into a "robot" that lacked common sense and communication skills.
San Wu was one of the more special ones among the Grade-A Assassins. In the history of the Ancient God, there were no more than five seeds like her.
Yes, seeds … the seeds of the Ultimate Path.
About a hundred years ago, a genius was born among the Grade-A Assassins of the Ancient God. He was an invincible Ultimate Path. During the era when he was active, the Buddhist Taoist Association was his little brother.
That was when the Unparalleled War Soul was sealed and the Demon Path had yet to be born.
However, after the fall of this Ultimate Path, the Ancient God did not have another Ultimate Path Master. He was a Ultimate Path Master without a successor. It was not that he did not want to, but he could not find a suitable person to inherit his legacy.
The Ultimate Path Master was born with no emotions and no emotions. The path he walked was only suitable for people like him.
We often used the words "inhumane" and "cold-blooded" to describe people who had committed the most heinous crimes. However, "evil" was also a kind of emotion, albeit a negative one.
Did people without emotions really exist?
Perhaps there was, just like that Ji Daoist from before.
Such a person was as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn. Not to mention one in a thousand, even the Ancient God had searched for talented children all over the world for dozens of years, but he had never seen a person who was born to be heartless.
They couldn't find the innate ones, but the acquired ones might work. Therefore, they began to explore in this direction.
They had also considered using surgery to achieve it, but the surgical conditions at that time were limited. Even if they created an emotionless person, it would often be accompanied by some sequelae. For example, signs of dementia or mental retardation.
Later, they came up with a feasible plan, which was to erase the individual's emotions through "education". After countless experiments, they found that this method was feasible.
Although it was very, very difficult to succeed.
He was nurtured as a seed, and he had been cultivating that Extreme Dao cultivation technique since he was young, following the path that he had walked, step by step. However, all the seeded players were stuck at the top S-rank because none of them could truly break free from their emotions.
At this moment, San Wu's weapon, which she had been refining for more than ten years, had finally taken shape. Her future path was destined to be smooth. The Divine Weapon was formed, but the owner who should have wielded it was long gone.
San Wu charged at War God, so fast that her afterimage could not be seen. She spun in the air, swinging her arm in a semicircle.
"Bang!"
War God raised his arm to block. The collision between the two was like a bomb, the wind rippling and stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
.....
Punch after punch, she was like a tireless machine. Her expression was wooden as she repeatedly punched out her fists.
The soul of the ten-year-old girl was crying.
The soul of the fifteen-year-old girl was screaming.
Kill you? Kill you? Will that be enough?
"Pfft …"
The fist pierced through War God's chest, shattering his heart into pieces.
War God froze. He lowered his head, staring at the arm that had pierced through his chest. When he looked up, he saw the girl's indifferent eyes.
He grinned, soundless, his gums stained with blood.
Fourteen years ago, at the Ancient God's training camp, during the awakening ceremony of the ten-year-old children, War God, who was an A-rank assassin, personally went to "observe" the ceremony.
There was a tradition in the Ancient God that the previous generation of A-rank assassins had the duty and responsibility to choose their own successors.
War God knew that there were a few children in the training camp who were particularly talented. No. 1, No. 9, and No. 44 were the candidates that he had temporarily suspended. As for who would be chosen, it would depend on their awakened abilities and their future performance.
As it turned out, War God's judgment was right. Those few candidates were the fastest to awaken their abilities. Their abilities were either powerful or magical. All of them had the qualifications to become A-rank assassins.
He silently watched the awakening ceremony and planned to leave. The A-rank assassin's mission was busy, so it was time to leave after watching. However, at that moment, a little girl caught his attention.
She had been fished out of the water by the instructor. She was unconscious.
"That's weird. She's awakened, but why is there so little movement? She can't even break the water tank," the instructor muttered as he performed CPR on her.
When War God noticed her, she had already woken up. The little girl was naturally dumb. Her expression was blank, and she had a pair of slightly empty eyes. They were like pale paper, empty but clean.
"Who is she?" War God asked the chief instructor of the training camp.
"No. 3. If I remember correctly, she's the orphan of the Yang family, the one that you personally destroyed."
"How was her performance?"
"Average in all aspects."
"From now on, she'll be my personal disciple."
"But … the Yang family's control ability isn't strong. She doesn't have the qualifications."
War God did not answer his question and left coldly.
The next day, the chief instructor happily contacted War God, saying that he had really picked up a treasure. The girl's ability was precision strike, a super rare ability. She was a natural killer.
The Yang family's ability was control, and the girl was indeed an orphan of the Yang family. She should have awakened the ability inherited from her mother. Her mother might not be a Blood Descendant, but her body should have a good proportion of Ancient Fey genes.
The chief instructor kept praising the God of War for having good foresight, but the God of War never told anyone the real reason. He never told anyone about it.
Three Wu looked like his daughter.
They did not look alike, but their eyes seemed to be carved from the same mold.
After War God retired from the frontline, he gloriously ended his career as an assassin. Like the previous A-rank assassins, he entered the upper echelons of the Ancient God, built a family, had his own woman, and had his own child.
It was a daughter.
However, in an accident, War God was ambushed by his enemies and was heavily injured. He relied on his strength to escape, leaving his wife and daughter behind forever.
The one who betrayed him was his best friend.
That year, his daughter was ten years old, the same age he met Three Wu.
This was a gift from God to his daughter … That was what War God thought.
An assassin could not have friends, not even companions.
This was the lesson that the God of War had learned after losing two of his loved ones.
Executioners like them, whose hands were stained with blood, could not and did not deserve to have friends.
Therefore, the first principle he taught the Three Nothingness was loneliness.
This pair of master and disciple, or rather, father and daughter, had their own thoughts and ideas.
The daughter felt that her father was cruel, tyrannical, and heartless, a nightmare.
The father always taught his daughter, a principle that an assassin should understand, a principle that left a deep scar in his life.
She was ten years old, fifteen years old, twenty-three years old in the Inner Mongolia grasslands, and then that night in Three Li and a Half Village.
What he was doing was just teaching his daughter a lesson.
Two different perspectives, creating two completely different people.
Every child had a rebellious phase, and every father had a stubborn side. Many years later, the daughter suddenly understood her father's painstaking efforts, and as her father grew older, he lost his sharpness and forcefulness. They still had the chance to reconcile in time. The father was kind, and the daughter was filial.
Three Wu and War God were not normal father and daughter. There was no chance for them to reconcile or understand each other.
Either the daughter lived out her life in a nightmare, or the father went to hell with his principles.
Today, the daughter had finally cut off this ill-fated relationship.
With his heart destroyed, without special treatment, even a Blood Descendant like War God would face death like a normal person. The only difference was that he would die sooner or later.
The War God looked at the weapon he had forged with his own hands and revealed a gratified smile: "You finally understand the principles I taught you …"
His head drooped, and his bear-like body hung on Three Wu's arm. This former A-grade assassin of the Ancient God had finally ended his life of shared honor and disgrace.
Together with the Ancient God he had once served, he had become the dust of history.
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