Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

With a creaking sound, the carriage stopped in front of the Wu manor's main entrance. Wu Hao opened the curtain and walked down.    

"Young Master Wu, you're back. I've been waiting for you for some time now." "The mayor wants you to go to the mayor's mansion, and that place last time …"    

After Wu Hao heard this, he nodded towards him and then walked towards the City Lord's Mansion alone.    

The matter of participating in the Hundred Trials was not a small matter. As early as a month ago, Wu Haoran had already recorded the list of disciples that the Wu Family was participating in.    

Right now, the reason the other party was looking for him was definitely because of the Hundred Trials.    

Half a day later.    

Wu Hao returned with a bag of elixirs and a foot long short sword.    

The miraculous pills and medicines were the spirit materials that could stop the bleeding, heal injuries, recover one's internal energy, detoxify, and so on.    

As for that foot long short sword, it was a medium-grade earth-step sword-shaped weapon.    

These were all prepared by Wu Haoran for him, but it was useless to him now, so he could not reject his good intentions, so he could only take them.    

It was just a little troublesome, that was all. If he had a storage ring or a storage bag, then it would be great. He wouldn't mind having too many things, but the problem was that he didn't have any.    

"Sigh, seems like after entering the Tianwu Gate, I have to properly look for storage bag s. If not, I have to look for the spirit materials needed to refine this kind of spatial storage bag, and make one myself!"    

He sighed in his heart as he thought to himself.    

After passing through a few corridors, he arrived at his own courtyard. Just as he pushed open the door and entered, Mu Qian came over with an anxious face.    

"Young Master, something happened to Xiao Cui!" Mu Qian walked up to welcome him, he then looked around and upon seeing that there was no one around, he quietly spoke to him.    

"Something happened, what happened?" After Wu Hao heard this, a trace of doubt flashed past his eyes.    

"Look at this …" Mu Qian handed the letter over to him after hearing this.    

Wu Hao took it and looked at it.    

An intense killing intent burst out from the depths of his eyes, and his expression turned as cold as ice.    

Even Mu Qian who knew him well, was shocked when she saw the change in his expression. He had never seen Wu Hao releasing such killing intent.    

But the other party did not know that Xiao Cui and him were Wu Hao's closest kin, making a move on them would be equivalent to making a move on him, Wu Hao.    

His opponent could attack him, but it was a taboo to attack the closest person to him.    

"Dryopterygium, I'll go save Xiao Cui. You must remember what's coming next. If I don't return before dawn, you must follow my instructions! " Wu Hao took down the many miraculous pills and medicines on his body, as well as the foot long short sword, and spoke to him with a solemn expression.    

Hearing that, Mu Qian's expression suddenly became solemn.    

"Young Master, please speak!" he said.    

Wu Hao quickly explained to him in a cautious manner, he valued Xiao Cui's safety, and he also valued the Hundred Trials's matters. Since he had promised Hu Qingyang, he naturally could not go back on his words.    

Once he couldn't make it back in time, he had to make some arrangements. Otherwise, if he delayed his journey, he wouldn't be able to justify himself.    

After giving out the instructions, Wu Hao used the Phantom Step to quickly move about in the Wu manor. Under the numerous looks of surprise on the faces of the A member of the Wu Clan s, he turned into a grey afterimage and disappeared like a ghost in the blink of an eye.    

The seventh level of the Greater Heaven stage was already incomparable to the Lesser Heaven stage. Now that he was using the Phantom Step, his feet barely touched the ground as he flew on the wind.    

Hundred Thousand Mountains.    

The Hundred Thousand Mountains again.    

It was as if he had a special destiny with the Hundred Thousand Mountain in his life. Everything that had happened since his rebirth had happened in the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range.    

Wu Hao was not clear as to who kidnapped Xiao Cui, but the other party knew her character, grabbed his ribs, and knew the location of his life vein.    

From this, it could be seen that he was an acquaintance.    

He had already made a guess.    

This shouldn't be what the assassination organization was talking about, because he understood that no matter how difficult the mission was, he wouldn't kidnap a ticket.    

Because of this, he dared to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range Black Wind Cliff to save others.    

The scenery around him continued to fly backwards. Wu Hao would occasionally jump between the towering trees, and occasionally, he would fly past the weeds.    

In broad daylight, he was like a ghost as he flew in a very strange trajectory.    

Black Wind Cliff.    

Outside the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range was a cliff that was full of strong gales.    

This place was a place where kidnappers could trade all year round due to the strong winds blowing freely and there being very few people around. They wouldn't be too far away from Royal City and they wouldn't need to fear being discovered.    

Four hours later, the sky started to turn yellow and it was already dusk, but Wu Hao had finally made his way here, leaving the Black Wind Cliff in the distance.    

Looking at the Black Wind Cliff in the distance, who was at least three thousand meters tall, as though she was cut by a god, a strong killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.    

When he got closer, just as he was about to sneak up on the dead Black Wind Cliff to check the situation, a figure seemed to appear from thin air.    

Swish!    

His body suddenly stopped in mid air and looked around, it was the gloomy and cold middle-aged man that was previously in front of Jiao Ruhua.    

This person almost killed him on the stage half a year ago.    

This man was the person at Jiao Ruhua's side, Sunset.    

"Twilight, endless darkness!"    

The sunset stepped out, he looked at Wu Hao with a cold expression, and spoke slowly.    

It was a catchphrase used by assassins when he was in the setting sun.    

It meant that when the sun set, the target he set his eyes on would never see the light of day again. He seemed indifferent, but his killing intent had already been stirred up.    

Wu Hao stared at him, a cold light flashed past his eyes, his face darkened as he coldly asked: "Where is my maidservant Xiao Cui?"    

"Tsk tsk!" Hearing that, the setting sun's footsteps stopped, coincidentally landing ten meters away from Wu Hao. Looking at him with an evil smile, he said: "I didn't know that Young Master Wu was such a loyal person! But... For a mere maid to be willing to use your little life in exchange, is it worth it? "    

"Cut the crap, this young master will ask you where my maidservant Xiao Cui is!" A cold light once again flashed past Wu Hao's eyes, as he said coldly.    

"Tsk, tsk. Young Master Wu seems to be very impatient!" The sunset laughed sinisterly once again, and said: "Your maidservants are at the top of the Black Wind Cliff behind me. If you have the ability, go by my side and save them yourself!"    

Swish!    

As soon as he finished.    

Wu Hao's figure had already explosively shot out.    

Clang!    

At the same time, the sound of the ancient sword being unsheathed echoed out, creating a long sword hum.    

Swish!    

Wu Hao held onto the Three-Foot Blueblade Sword tightly, waving it's profound sword marks, it slashed fiercely at his opponent.    

A powerful sword Qi shot out from the tip of the sword at the same time, causing a sonic boom as it shot into the air.    

BOOM!    

He stared fixedly at the setting sun as a mocking light flashed in the depths of his eyes.    

Half a year ago.    

In front of Meng Hao, he was nothing at all. However, in the following half a year, Meng Hao was nothing at all.    

The situation had long since reversed.    

What was there to be afraid of?