Martial Soul: Be a Saint

It was a man in black with a silver mask on his face. It was impossible to tell his age or his face.    

    

Judging from the voice, he seemed to be a middle-aged man.    

    

In reality, the other wasn't.    

    

Who was he?    

    

When the two of them saw this black masked man who appeared out of nowhere, their pupils contracted, especially Frost who had been sweeping with the soul consciousness all this time.    

    

Because, to his shock, he discovered that even though the opponent was standing right in front of him, he was still unable to use the soul consciousness to lock onto him.    

    

He was like a shadow, a projection.    

    

However, the person in his palm that was visible to the naked eye was absolutely real.    

    

"Who are you!" Han Bing secretly took a deep breath of cold air and forced himself to remain calm as he asked the opponent a question.    

    

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that I'm here to help you!"    

    

The masked man in black replied to him coldly.    

    

"Hmph, playing tricks on us, receive this attack!"    

    

With a cold snort, the blade in his hand swept out.    

    

BOOM!    

    

The Spiritual Aura within the world violently surged again.    

    

However, the two men didn't even bother to dodge. The saber Qi swept out and immediately shattered. What was hit by the Ice Cold Cut was just an illusion.    

    

The two of them sucked in a breath of cold air in their hearts.    

    

He turned around abruptly and saw that a black shadow had quickly regrouped a few dozen feet behind him. In the blink of an eye, the masked man dressed in black appeared again.    

    

Ta ta ta …    

    

At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard.    

    

It turned out to be the City Lord's Mansion's guards. They quickly reacted and came with weapons in their hands.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

Guard Captain, when you look at the appearance of this black-masked man in the City Lord's Mansion, you can tell that he isn't a good person. In addition, his house is damaged and the City Lord is threatened.    

    

Thus, he made a prompt decision and immediately ordered the guards of the City Lord's Mansion who were armed with bows and arrows to release their arrows and launch an attack.    

    

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!    

    

The sound of something tearing through the air rang out.    

    

The arrow that had been infused with a great amount of Wu Yuan suddenly flew up to the sky and shot towards the masked man in black with the force of a thunderbolt.    

    

For a time, the tens of thousands of arrows fell like rain.    

    

It was also like a locust swarm that filled the sky, adorning the starry sky.    

    

The wind was so fierce that it would cause ordinary people to pale in comparison.    

    

However, it was at this moment that the black-clothed masked man coldly snorted. He lightly waved his sleeve, and a shocking scene appeared.    

    

The arrows suddenly turned in the air and shot back at an even more frightening speed.    

    

Puchi …    

    

When the arrow entered the body, blood blossomed like snow.    

    

It was a beautiful flower.    

    

Instantly, howls of agony filled the air.    

    

"Hmph, this is just a warning. If there is a next time, I won't mind sending you to hell!"    

    

Upon closer inspection, there was a single arrow sticking out of the shoulder of each of the guards' brows, its tail still swaying.    

    

These were the arrows they shot out!    

    

But now, they were all on their own shoulders. How shocking was this matter!    

    

After hearing what the other had just said, they realized that it was the result of the other party showing mercy. Otherwise, the arrow wouldn't have pierced into their shoulder blades, but rather, into their hearts.    

    

How many hundreds of arrows were accurately aimed at the same location? Just how powerful was his cultivation and ability to control?    

    

At this moment, the image of the masked man in black was like an insurmountable deity in their hearts.    

    

"All of you, retreat for this city's lord!"    

    

When Huang Mei saw the scene before her, she secretly took a deep breath and immediately ordered her subordinates to retreat.    

    

Immediately afterwards, all eyes were focused on the man in black.    

    

"Sir, how should I address you?" This City Lord doesn't know how to handle matters. Thus, I hope that you can forgive me for offending you! " Huang Meiniang slightly lowered her status as the city lord of Extreme Imperial City, and used a more gentle tone to ask the other party this question.