Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Wu Tianzu answered, his eyes rolled back as he fainted.    

"You don't have to play tricks on him. The answer is with my fourth uncle. He actually secretly used a secret soul control technique on him!"    

Wu Hao's expression instantly darkened as he slowly turned around and stared coldly at the martial arts expert in front of him.    

"You are very smart, but a smart person has not lived for long since ancient times!" Just as Wu Hao finished speaking, an extremely cold voice came from behind the martial arts expert s.    

All the martial arts expert opened up, revealing an ice-cold face, Duan Bihanbing slowly walked in, staring straight into the depths of his eyes with killing intent flickering in his eyes.    

"Heh …" "Is that so?"    

Hearing that, Wu Hao looked at him, his mouth curling into a smile, which was not a smile.    

"Being too confident is not good. It can often cause you to fail!"    

"Stinking brat, you have such big words. With your cultivation at the seventh level of Martial King Realm?" The moment she said that, she stared at her with a cold expression. Killing intent exploded from her body as she sneered at her.    

However, just as these words left her mouth, an incomparably clear sound of footsteps suddenly came from the passageway behind them, approaching from afar.    

In a short moment, a hundred year old man arrived behind them.    

"Everyone, this is Tiantu Restaurant, not the martial arena. If you wish to resolve your personal grudge, please leave this place!"    

The hundred plus old men said to the group in an extremely calm tone.    

As these words left his mouth, dozens of incomparably strong soul consciousness swept across.    

However, in the next moment, all of their faces turned pale.    

"Humph, are you guys provoking Tiantu Restaurant?"    

The face of half a hundred old men sank as they stared at them. A terrifying pressure from the soul consciousness instantly filled the entire private room, and even the martial arts expert s of the first stage of Martial King Realm felt as though their bodies were being crushed by a thousand kilogram boulder.    

She took a deep breath, and then asked him in a probing tone: "I wonder what Sir's name is? This junior, Huang Meiniang, is noble enough to apprehend the main culprit of murder, I hope you will forgive me for disturbing you more!"    

"A nameless person, it's fine if you don't say it!" "Tiulu Restaurant is a place for business. Regardless of personal grudges or personal grudges, I do not care what grudges you have, if you want to settle them, please leave, even if you are the grandson of the emperor's eldest son, you cannot!"    

"Senior, you know my grandfather …"    

"Let's go!"    

Half a hundred old men obviously didn't want to say anything and directly ordered them to leave.    

All the martial arts expert s subconsciously looked towards Huang Meiniang when they heard her question.    

Huang Mei went silent for a moment, then turned to look at Wu Hao.    

His expression suddenly darkened and killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.    

"Smelly brat, you can consider yourself lucky this time, but don't be too proud. Once you leave this place, you'll wait to train my son. Unless you spend the rest of your life here, you'll never leave!"    

She stared at Wu Hao and threatened him with a cold voice.    

Finishing his words, he turned around again and left in a rage with the experts following behind him with a wave of his hand.    

Wu Hao's expression did not change as he watched them leave.    

The half a hundred old man glanced at Wu Hao, then turned his gaze towards Yun Linger. After looking at him a few times, he turned around with his hands behind his back, and slowly walked away.    

"Young people, this old man truly admires your courage. However, you must measure your strength in everything you do. You all better pray for good fortune!"    

These were the words the man had left behind when he left.