Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

0Wu Hao's body was like a swimming dragon, and his palm was like a yin yang Eight Trigrams.    0

    

It was a gentle palm that was pushed out, yet it contained the mysteriousness of the essence of the Great Way of the Buddha. No matter how Jiang Zilong attacked, he was still skillful enough, and seemed to be in an invincible position.    

    

"What background does this boy have? When did he become so powerful just as a country bumpkin?"    

    

Before long, such a thought slowly surfaced in the heads of a Children from various families. The shock that Wu Hao gave them was not any less than the shock that he gave them before.    

    

This was what a true expert was like. He was not a coward, but rather a low-key person who did not wish to help others.    

    

And only when his comrades were unable to respond to Jiang Zilong's attack, did they finally stand out without hesitation and personally react.    

    

Such a person was someone worth making friends with!    

    

In the blink of an eye, everyone's opinion of Wu Hao had changed by 180 degrees.    

    

"Which one of you said that this kid is a coward? Come out now, young master will promise not to beat you to death!"    

    

At this time, someone from the juniors of the family began to jeer.    

    

This is how people are. Different situations, different approaches, different ideas, different opinions.    

    

In fact, they were just fence-sitters. When they saw the situation turn sour, they immediately changed their attitude and covered up the embarrassment they had caused from their short-sightedness.    

    

Immediately, the group of juniors of the family who said that Wu Hao was a coward lowered their heads.    

    

At this moment, the expressions of the Jiang Clan's disciples all darkened. Even their Jiang Clan's strongest son was unable to defeat these two brats that came from the countryside. As disciples of the Jiang Clan, what face did they have?    

    

At this time, the middle-aged man with the Jiang Clan's embroidered robes, eyebrows, and eyes, had a face as gloomy as water.    

    

At a certain moment, he coldly snorted and took a step forward. As if he had shrunk the ground to one inch, he passed through layers of space and instantly arrived seven feet in front of Wu Hao.    

    

As the Martial Yuan in his body exploded in a flash, the Spiritual Energy in the surroundings seemed to have frozen in that instant.    

    

His actions immediately attracted the attention of the charming youth Yu Saiyang and the mysterious white haired old man in the crowd. Other than him, there was another person, and that was Zhuang Liandie.    

    

At this moment, Zhuang Liandie had long since walked over from the top of the desolate mountain range. The moment she saw the middle-aged man attack Wu Hao, a sharp light flashed across her eyes.    

    

She swayed forward and was about to stop him, but she seemed to recall something and suddenly stopped.    

    

In truth, he was already discouraged. Seeing that the clan elders had already taken action, he waved his hand at Wu Hao, and immediately retreated. Clang!    

    

Coincidentally, the middle aged man's palm, with surging power and might, struck straight at Wu Hao.    

    

Before the palm had arrived, the wind had risen.    

    

Wu Hao immediately felt pain on his face, and the black hair on his head rustled in the wind from the palm strike.    

    

At this instant, the three foot long blade on his back hacked out without hesitation, then his figure explosively retreated.    

    

However, the strength of the middle-aged man in front of him was simply too high. He was at the ninth level of the ectopic stage, which was not something he could handle.    

    

The sword slashed out, and was skillfully transformed by the opponent's palm technique. Immediately after, his figure was like a shadow, closely following the opponent's body as his palm continued to strike out towards the opponent.    

    

Wu Hao circulated his Heaven Martial God's Art at high speed. In that instant, he even held a spirit essence stone in his hands, crazily absorbing it to replenish the rapid consumption of his internal energy.    

    

Thus, a grey shadow flew out from the barren mountain range at an extremely fast speed. The middle-aged man behind him also followed like a shadow, constantly slapping out with his palm.    

    

At the same time, he followed the gust of strong palm wind and flew a distance away from the opponent for a while, before being caught up to in the next moment.