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, poi