Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"Gong Junchi, I think you don't want us to work together to deal with your Water God's Palace!"    

"…"    

Everyone began to sneer at the white-robed tyrannical youth.    

During this time, when they mentioned the mixed origin and turbid body, they even intentionally glanced at Wu Hao.    

When Wu Hao heard the other party's words, his eyebrows knitted into a faint smile.    

He was no fool.    

The other party was referring to him.    

How dare you say that he is a trash with mixed source energy and turbid physique?    

How many years has it been …    

The name of 'trash' had been around for who knew how many years. No one had called him that before.    

Who would have thought that today, when he first came to this Eight Desolations, he would be injured so badly.    

Pata!    

Subconsciously, Wu Hao's gaze turned ice-cold. He tightly clenched his fists, and a wave of cracking sounds could be heard, as the veins on his arms bulged out.    

At this moment, the rage in his heart was burning.    

To actually call him trash?    

Seeing that Wu Hao's anger was about to burst, the two Zhuang Sisters s beside her immediately noticed her abnormality and subconsciously clenched his tightly clenched fists.    

"Husband, calm down, we are not their match. Revenge is a noble's decision, ten years is not too late, we cannot take the risk!"    

Zhuang Mengyu reminded him through sound transmission.    

Feeling the warmth from his fist and the gentle words, Wu Hao's anger slowly calmed down.    

However, his eyes were still staring at those who despised him.    

"Haha, everyone, take your time to argue. I, Lei Yao, want this. You all shouldn't have any objections, right?"    

As the crowd continued to fight, another loud laugh was heard from the mouth of a black-clothed young man.    

Everyone turned to look and saw that he was pointing at the three-headed, six-armed Mo Tian.    

Subconsciously, they looked at Mo Tian carefully, and then revealed looks of shock.    

"It's actually three heads and six arms! Could it be the legendary devil race?" Someone asked in bewilderment.    

"Didn't the demon race get exterminated long ago? Why would there still be demons appearing? " Someone asked in confusion.    

"It can't be a surviving demon, right? I have never heard of anyone who has three heads and six arms besides the demons! " Someone guessed to himself.    

"Hehe, everyone, there is no need for you to investigate whether or not I am a demon. In any case, I, Lei Yao, will definitely have the honor of obtaining a pure source of darkness!"    

The youth in black smiled at them strangely when he heard their words.    

"Haha, all of you continue competing. This young master wants this!"    

At this time, another loud laugh came from the other grey-robed youth.    

Everyone looked towards the direction of the voice. At this moment, he was pointing at Jiao Hualong.    

"Haha, with the same pure dark origin energy constitution, not bad, not bad …"    

"Mm, since you have both chosen the seed, then I, Yang Chengwu, cannot be slow either. I will take this pure star source seed!"    

A yellow-robed youth pointed to the star moon that had transformed into the size of a human after becoming a Dao Emperor. He said this to everyone.    

In the blink of an eye.    

Wu Hao's group of nine were more or less divided up among the eight great forces.    

Left behind was a bearded man and a white-clothed female, their expressions were not very good.    

Their eyes were unfriendly as they stared at Ba Daoqingniangongjunchi who wore a white robe.    

Being stared at by the two of them, Gong Junchi, who was under such great pressure, rolled his eyes. His burning gaze moved back and forth between Zhuang Liandie, Zhuang Mengyu and Xu Ling.    

In the end, his gaze landed on Zhuang Liandie who was dressed spicy hot, and her eyes lit up.