Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Huang Tai Ji looked at the half injured man in front of him who was using tools to describe him. Nobody knew what happened to the Huangji Sect Expert who went to chase after Wu Hao's comrades.    

    

His royal family's experts fell one after another. If this continued for too long, their royal family's total strength would rapidly decline. At that time, they would become an unranked martial arts force.    

    

Staring at the wounded man who looked completely different from before, who had only one breath left, he made up his mind and ordered someone to use extreme methods to wake him up.    

    

The Royal hierarchy did as he was told, and quickly used a secret technique to wake the other party up.    

    

"Tell this sect leader what happened!" After the other party woke up, Huangji Taiji asked the other party with an ice-cold expression.    

    

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, sect master, they are all, dead!"    

    

His injuries were severe, and he was forced to wake up. Seeing that he was about to die, the wounded cultivator trembled and spat out blood.    

    

When Huang Taiji saw this, his expression darkened again. A hint of killing intent even surfaced in the depths of Yao's heart.    

    

"Quickly, get to the point. What exactly happened? How did you become like this?" Seeing that the other party was about to lose his last breath, Emperor Taiji hurriedly urged him on.    

    

What they didn't know was that his actions caused all of the Royal hierarchy present to feel extremely cold.    

    

This was a fresh life in exchange for an important piece of information.    

    

"Yes — yes, Soul Martial Disciple — he, he is Soul Martial Disciple —"    

    

In the end, the other party barely managed to say a few words before his life ended.    

    

But the two words "Soul Martial" deeply shocked the Royal hierarchy's heart.    

    

"B-Patriarch, he said that Wu Hao's accomplice was the Soul Martial Cultivator, the people of our royal family were also killed by the Soul Martial Cultivator!" After a long while, one of the Royal hierarchy finally spoke with much difficulty.    

    

It was the Soul Martial Cultivator again. Up until now, his royal family had already offended three of their Soul Martial Cultivator s, and the three of them were extremely close to each other.    

    

They suddenly realized an astonishing fact, that the people around Wu Hao, were all the inheritors of the Soul Martial Arts system.    

    

"Soul Martial Arts, that damnable Soul Martial Cultivator again!" Huang Tai Ji's eyes immediately went wide with hatred, if his killing intent could kill, Wu Hao would have been killed by him a thousand times over.    

    

"Patriarch, what do we do now?" Royal hierarchy asked him with an extremely serious expression.    

    

Hearing this, Huang Tidemark's eyes twinkled incessantly.    

    

After a while, he said, "Right now is not the time for our royal family to make enemies. Let's put this aside for now. This Patriarch still has some other important things for you to do."    

    

"Eh …."    

    

Hearing this, the royal family's higher ups looked at each other in dismay.    

    

"Listen up, that Wu Hao seems to have something to do with Dragon City's Long Family. This Patriarch sent them to work together to deal with our Royal Family, so during this period of time, send some people to bear with him. It would be best for you to get some important information out for me!" The Absolute Monarch Sanctuary instructed them in an extremely solemn manner.    

    

Hearing that, Royal hierarchy's expression suddenly became serious.    

    

It was originally a simple matter, but after such a short period of time, it had actually become so complicated.    

    

They felt that as Wu Hao grew in strength, it would become harder and harder to deal with.    

    

"Err... that... Patriarch, what about those kidnapped disciples of our family?" someone asked after a while.    

    

When this matter was brought up, a wave of headache struck Huang Tidemark.    

    

Squeezing his forehead, he sighed.    

    

"Forget it, save them first!"