Martial Soul: Be a Saint

The sword in Wu Hao's hand was unsheathed, and a sword hum resonated through the surrounding, shocking the core members of the Falcon Mercenaries.    

When they saw the ten black-clothed men attack their Guild Leader, they immediately gave up on their spirit beasts and turned around to charge back with weapons in their hands when they heard the loud shouts of the two falcon captains, Soaring Eagle and vulture.    

However, Martial Master Realm experts were not people they could handle.    

When the ten black-clad men suddenly turned around, ten incomparably tyrannical auras rushed towards them.    

In merely an instant, all of them threw up their heads and vomited out a mouthful of blood before falling to the ground, wounded.    

For a moment, everyone in Falcon Mercenaries looked at the ten black-clothed men with extremely cold expressions.    

"Who are they …"    

"Why did you attack our captain?"    

"Our Guild Leader is the president's son!"    

Falcon Mercenaries thought like this.    

In the blink of an eye, the three hundred of them had witnessed their Falcon Mercenaries's two great leaders fight with the ten black clothed men.    

But there was nothing they could do.    

That was because, due to the difference in cultivation, they did not even have the chance to approach it.    

In an instant, the sound of a mighty battle began to resound through the Mountains and Seas like thunder.    

Jia Ren and Wu Hao were like gods of war that had just returned from a blood-soaked battle. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were filled with blade wounds.    

If it wasn't for the fact that they had taken the antidote pills that could suppress the poison from the very start, they would probably have been poisoned to death by now.    

Jia Ren was still alright. After all, he was a true Martial Master Realm Ranker, and the pressure on a couple of black-robed assassins who had forcefully raised their cultivation was not too great.    

However, Wu Hao felt a bit of pressure.    

His cultivation was only at the peak of the Innate realm and his strength was comparable to half-step Martial Master Realm, but he was thousands of miles away from the true Martial Master Realm.    

Even though the ten black clad assassins in front of him had forcefully raised their cultivation, there was a world of difference between their strength and a true First Sky of Martial Master Realm martial cultivators.    

But there were too many of them. He wasn't a match for them at all, unless he used the lightning strikes to catch them off guard.    

However, not only was he forced to do so, he did not wish to use it lightly. After all, he had exhausted too much of his martial energy.    

Therefore, he could only rely on Gao Jue's movement technique, footwork, and martial skills in an attempt to stall for time so that the ten of them could reach the limits of their potential combustion.    

However, his thoughts were good.    

But the trump cards that Jia Yi's underlings laid down on them, was it not all these?    

There was a dead end in front of them, and there was a fire behind them.    

The original leader of the Wind Devouring Wolf Mercenary Group's remnants, wolfhound, was now standing right in front of the crowd. Her face was filled with shock and fear as she stared at Wu Hao and the others.    

However, not long after, an extremely cold and emotionless voice suddenly rang in his ears.    

"What are you waiting for?" If we do not take this opportunity to take revenge now, how long will it take? "    

This voice, without any warning, sounded. At first, it really scared the wolfhound, causing him to subconsciously look around.    

"There's no need to look anymore, you won't be able to find me. Quickly kill the Falcon Mercenaries's men, you will be the Guild Leader of the Wind Devouring Wolf Mercenary Group later on!" The voice came again, but the wolfhound still could not find the person to speak.    

As a result, he couldn't help but think, could this be a test from the two great leaders?    

When he thought of this, his whole body shook, and he became even more afraid to take any action.    

However, after seeing that he did not make any movements, the voice that could not find its master rang out once again.    

This time, it became incomparably cold.