Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Yun Linger looked at him up close. Suddenly, she felt that the other person was not as annoying as before.    

    

On the contrary, she felt that he was rather likeable.    

    

It was no wonder that her personal servant Li Ruohua had been so captivated by the other party these days.    

    

To be safe, she decided to take Wu Hao's suggestion, to temporarily hide in the forest, and to wait until her cultivation had recovered.    

    

Zhang Xuan gestured grandly.    

    

Yun Linger immediately released his mount, the Immortal Crane, from the spirit beast bag at her waist. After thinking about it again and again, she picked up the heavily injured Wu Hao and flew up onto the Immortal Crane.    

    

After an hour, Han Bing covered his bloodied arm and staggered back to the Extreme Imperial City's City Lord's Mansion.    

    

When the members of the Royal Mi Wei saw his appearance, they were immediately shocked.    

    

"Hall Master, you …" "You …"    

    

After seeing her arm cut off, the expression of Huang Mei, who was originally sitting at the head of the Hall of Affairs, drastically changed. She abruptly stood up from her seat.    

    

"Hall Master Han, what's wrong with you? Why are you in such a state?"    

    

She hurried over and took a chair for him to sit on.    

    

At this moment, due to excessive loss of blood, Frost's face was pale, and his entire body was extremely weak.    

    

After hearing the questions from the crowd, he released his grip on his broken arm and raised his bloody palm, gesturing for them to stop talking.    

    

The atmosphere became heavy in an instant.    

    

"Everyone, don't ask yet. Listen to me first …" The ice voice became hoarse. Due to the weakness of the body, the voice became smaller and slightly trembled.    

    

If you have a strong enemy, immediately send a message to the Huangji Sect Royal Family, requesting for your support. We must hurry to the Extreme Imperial City in the shortest time possible, otherwise, we might not be able to catch Wu Hao again!    

    

Ice said to them with incomparable solemnity.    

    

The moment these words left their mouths, their expressions changed greatly.    

    

Looking at the severed arm of Frost, they had a bad feeling.    

    

After a short while, the members of the Royal Mi Wei took out their jade pendant for transmission s and contacted the Huangji Sect royalty. In order to attract their attention, they contacted them at the same time and explained the severity of the situation.    

    

"Someone, hurry and send the genius doctor to treat Hall Master Han's injuries!" Huang Meiniang turned to the servant girl behind her and ordered.    

    

After which, he turned to Han Bing and asked.    

    

"Hall Master Han, your injuries …" she asked tentatively.    

    

"Miss, aside from losing her arm, everything else is fine!" Ice gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he replied.    

    

"Mm, then …" Can you tell me what happened? " Huang Mei asked worriedly while staring at him.    

    

"Wu Hao, that brat, is extremely powerful, far surpassing our expectations. Not only is he good at altering his appearance, he can't even defend himself, he also has a Peerless Divine Weapon, and this broken arm of mine is all thanks to that divine weapon. If not for my life, I'm afraid that it wouldn't be as simple as losing an arm, and I'm afraid that I would lose my life …"    

    

"What? He …" It's actually this powerful? "    

    

Di Meiniang immediately knitted her brows.    

    

Originally, she didn't plan on troubling her parents. But now, it seemed that it wouldn't be a problem and she couldn't do it anymore.    

    

"Brat, you forced my hand!"    

    

Killing intent erupted from his body.    

    

She flipped her hand.    

    

Suddenly, he took out a pocket-sized mini sword from his storage ring.    

    

The little sword looked very ordinary and ordinary. However, as soon as she poured her martial Yuan into it and branded it with a bit of information, it started to flicker with a cold light.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

The next moment.    

    

The mini sword broke free from her hand and turned into a streak of cold light before disappearing in a flash.    

    

"Go, send a message to the flying sword …"    

    

This was a flying sword that could transmit messages for thousands of miles without any mistakes. It was a precious treasure used by nobles to play with.