Martial Soul: Be a Saint

After a moment of deliberation, they felt that the mysterious old man was right. Right now, they couldn't resist at all, and could only follow his orders.    

"Husband, you …"    

"Brother Wu, why are you …"    

"Young master, we …"    

No one had expected him to make such a decision.    

Originally, they thought that with Wu Hao's powerful personality, he would fight with the eight great Divine Palaces to the end.    

"Everyone, let's leave this place unscathed. We will gather again in the future …"    

Wu Hao said to them again.    

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads in silence.    

Actually, Wu Hao was a little regretful right now.    

If I knew this would happen, I would have hidden the Zhuang Sisters and Yue Yang in my own origin world.    

But now, it was too late.    

The only thing he could do was hope that after they went to the Water God's Palace and the Fire God's Palace, they would be able to hold on until the moment when their families reunited.    

Boom …    

Right at this time, a violent fluctuation came out of nowhere. A Water God Palace Disciples beside Gong Junchi suddenly rushed towards them, raised his hand and punched towards Wu Hao.    

The violent fist power caused a terrifying fluctuation in the air, and brought about a strong wind that caused a violent sonic boom.    

This group of people had long since seen through Wu Hao's special position within the group of nine, and knew that it would be up to him to take action.    

Seeing that they were motionless, he thought he had to make an example of them.    

This brat was a trash that no one wanted. No one had any objections if he was killed.    

Facing Water God Palace Disciples's sudden attack, the people around Wu Hao changed their expressions, and subconsciously retreated a few steps, but Wu Hao's eyes darkened, and suddenly erupted with a punch.    

BOOM!    

In the blink of an eye.    

The two fists fiercely collided, emitting a terrifying explosion. The tyrannical origin law undulations formed a shockwave and even forcefully pushed everyone away.    

However …    

A scene that shocked them appeared.    

They had expected that Wu Hao did not appear when he heavily injured himself and fell to the ground.    

Instead, it was the Water God Palace Disciples with the profound strength of the seventh stage that had dropped his arm. Looking closely at his entire arm, his fist was in a twisted shape, and his fist was even more so a mess of flesh and blood.    

Taking a closer look at that good-for-nothing kid's fist, he realized that it was completely unharmed, not even a scratch on it.    

"Hua …"    

Witnessing this scene.    

Everyone could not help but cry out in alarm. Their hearts sucked in a breath of cold air.    

Not far away from them, in a remote corner, a sloppy-looking old man with grayish-white hair sat in a dilapidated corner, smoking and smoking a pipe.    

Witnessing this through the soul consciousness, he revealed a strange smile.    

"Haha, this is a bit interesting. The eight great palaces are looking down on me, so I might not look down on you. This body constitution is something that you eight generations of people will never be able to refine!"    

He was laughing in his heart.    

With his experience that spanned millions of years, he had long seen that Wu Hao was not ordinary.    

In his opinion, out of the nine of them, Wu Hao had the greatest potential.    

But the people of the eight great palaces actually dared to call him a trash. They were truly blind.    

"Ah …"    

The pain that came late made the Water God Palace Disciples suddenly scream in pain, his face contorted as it was covered in cold sweat.    

When Gong Junchi saw this scene, killing intent surged from the depths of his eyes. He stared at Wu Hao like he was staring at a prey.    

However, Wu Hao's face was cold as he coldly surveyed everything in front of him.