C20 Master

Wu Tian sighed and said, "Then according to what you said, am I not an existence of ants?" Wu Tian's expression darkened when he reached this point.

The old man suddenly looked at Wu Tian and asked in a deep voice, "Do you really want revenge?"

Wu Tian clenched his teeth and said: "Of course I want to, but what's the use of just talking about it?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Young man, I appreciate your courage and the fact that you are not willing to lower your head in the face of setbacks. I am willing to lend you a hand. How about it?"

Wu Tian shook his head and said, "No need, I will take revenge for myself. I appreciate your kindness."

The old man lightly said, "I'm not saying that I'll help you take revenge. If you want revenge, then you have to increase your strength. If you acknowledge me as your master, how about I help you raise your strength?"

Wu Tian was stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly, "Raising my strength is easier said than done. I had already felt that I had improved a lot these past ten years, but I didn't expect that I was still an ant."

The old man looked meaningfully at Wu Tian and said, "You've always relied on yourself to fumble around. Naturally, you haven't practiced meticulously in many areas, and your aptitude is not bad. If you had a master teacher guiding you, you would have already reached the pinnacle of experts by now."

Wu Tian's eyes lit up, "You have a way to help me."

The old man nodded. "That's right."

Wu Tian pondered for a moment before kneeling down, "Master, please accept this disciple's bow." This time, Wu Tian no longer cared about the issue of face. He could only survive in this chaotic society by doing everything he could to increase his own strength.

The old man raised Wu Tian up and said lightly, "From today onwards, you will follow me. I will do my best to help you develop your potential. However, the exact height you can reach will depend on you."

Wu Tian nodded.

The old man continued, "Also, since you said you're the god of death, then from today on, you'll be the god of death. From now on, don't easily mention your name to others.

Wu Tian nodded his head firmly and said, "Understood. I am Death. I am Death that came from Hell. Reaping death is my mission."

As Wu Tian spoke to here, a burst of dark aura surged from his body. Wu Tian felt as if his heart was gradually being swallowed by darkness.

The old man brought Wu Tian to his dark castle. Three days later, the old man brought a set of black robe, black leather boots, a black cloak, and a black scythe made from meteoric iron to Wu Tian's room.

The old man looked at Wu Tian. "Put it on. This is the standard look of a god of death. I believe that in the future, this chaotic world will definitely have a sky that belongs to you."

Wu Tian nodded his head as he changed into his clothes. When he saw that two sharp black claws could shoot out from his black gloves, he asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

The old man laughed: "In addition to being able to use fists and palms, you can also use claws. This can improve your efficiency when you attack."

Wu Tian thoughtfully nodded his head. After putting on his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror. The black robed Wu Tian had a sickle on his back.

The old man's eyes suddenly became heavy as he said, "Let's go, follow me!"

Wu Tian hurriedly said, "Yes."

Three years of time passed in the blink of an eye, and Wu Tian continued to fight the old man. From being instantly killed at the start to barely receiving a few moves, and then to being able to endure for dozens of moves without being defeated, finally, under the condition of wielding the Sickle of the God of Death, Wu Tian was able to display the Hell's Saber Technique that he created, combined with the Hell Claw and the Shadowless Leg, and was able to withstand the old man's incomparably ferocious attacks for more than a hundred moves.

Compared to three years ago, Wu Tian's strength had increased by another level. Wu Tian had already reached the peak of a peak-level master, and with the use of the Sickle of the God of Death, his strength had increased by at least thirty percent. This was also the reason why Wu Tian was able to last more than a hundred moves against the old man.

For the past three years, under the leadership of the old man, Wu Tian had been constantly challenging all sorts of experts in South America. As a top-notch expert, Elder Hong had been defeated by Wu Tian, and none of the five hall masters had been able to defeat Wu Tian.

Wu Tian's Hell's Saber Art could release killing intent anytime and anywhere, and his control over the energy in his body had reached a peak. At this moment, Wu Tian seemed to have entered the realm of super experts, but Wu Tian knew in his heart that he was still quite a distance away from becoming a super master, so he still had a lot of things to give time.

In these three years, Wu Tian had obtained a massive amount of wealth in South America. He had defeated a few experts and killed a few mercenaries, making him a person worth several hundred million dollars.

On this day, the old man called Wu Tian over. He looked at Wu Tian and said in a deep voice, "Have you learned what it means to be superior to others?"