For at least half a minute, Xiang Shan heard nothing but meaningless white noise coming from Hiroshi Matsushima's synthesizer.
It must be that even the most advanced voice pack didn't know how to organize the words.
Hiroshi Matsushima knelt on the ground and looked up at Xiang Shan.
Xiang Shan nodded.
Once again, Hiroshi Matsushima felt that something about the world was off.
That was the personality of the Progenitor of Martial Arts.
That was a Martial God.
That was... the inspiration for thousands of people...
Back then, he, the Solo Kill King, and another friend who had already died were all inspired by the legend of the Seventh Martial God.
That was also why his younger martial brother entered Jianghu to become a hero.
And now...
He had encountered a shameless hero.
Theoretically, the Seventh Martial God was also like this.
Theoretically, the Martial Ancestor was likewise.
This was just too... too... this...
