Martial Soul: Be a Saint

The two fists collided, and a huge boom echoed out.    

Time seemed to stand still as the wind attribute martial Yuan rushed out, the thunder attribute martial Yuan rushed forward.    

In the end, at the point where the two fists intersected, they collided.    

Buzz buzz …    

The two's punches seemed to have been fixed in place, the white, almost transparent, and golden light gave off a dazzling light, forming two Aurora lights. They interweaved in the air, clashing and devouring each other, finally transforming into destructive energy that exploded in the air …    

"Boom ~ ~ ~"    

The two dazzle clashed, transforming into another wave of destructive energy that exploded in the air like thunder.    

An extremely terrifying energy, almost in an instant, sent Wu Hao and Jia Zhenlin flying at the same time. When they landed, the two of them were already in ragged clothes, and did not look human.    

No one had gained anything from this battle. It could be said that both sides had suffered losses.    

However, with his cultivation at the Second Sky of Martial Master Realm, Wu Hao was able to beat Jia Zhenlin, who was at the peak of the Ninth Sky of the Martial Master Realm, to the point where both of them were injured.    

In this match, it was obvious who would win and who would lose.    

The atmosphere seemed to have frozen.    

The two of them were far away from each other. Their gazes intersected in the air and neither of them moved.    

After a long while, Jia Zhenlin took the initiative to move his body, and a somewhat hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "This old man has to admit, you're an outstanding member of the younger generation, but …"    

Saying that, he paused for a moment, he sized Wu Hao up, then looked at him with contempt: "But, for you to stop this old man from leaving, is actually wishful thinking!"    

"Is that so? That may not be the case, but you must not regret it! " Hearing that, Wu Hao bared his teeth at him and smiled. With his pure white and flawless teeth, he looked extremely demonic.    

"Hmph!"    

Jia Zhenlin no longer spoke and gave him a fierce glare. However, he turned around leisurely, and did not take Wu Hao seriously at all.    

In his view, Wu Hao had long since lost the power to continue fighting, hence blocking him was simply wishful thinking.    

However …    

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, an even stronger aura that made his heart palpitate enveloped his heart like a dark cloud, causing him to stop his next move. He subconsciously lifted his head in shock.    

Behind him, the black clouds surrounding Wu Hao suddenly tumbled, and in the blink of an eye, floated up, turning into a sky full of black clouds, covering half of the sky.    

As golden lightning flashed within the black cloud, Jia Zhenlin raised his head and saw that the aura that caused his heart to palpitate was coming from within the black cloud.    

His eyes narrowed abruptly, and fear appeared on his face.    

"This... Just what was it? This isn't a martial skill … "This is …"    

"I'll give you one more chance. Do you want me to keep you or do you want to stay yourself? I advise you not to suffer!"    

Behind him, Wu Hao suddenly revealed a domineering expression, as a domineering aura erupted from his body.    

The threat in his words was obvious.    

Jia Zhenlin's expression froze, and after hearing what he said, an indescribable rage rose from his heart.    

"Junior, you dare to threaten me? You're courting death!"    

He suddenly turned around, his body releasing a burst of killing intent, causing a terrifying soul consciousness pressure to crush towards Wu Hao.    

The next moment.    

He seemed to have turned into a shadow, flying across the layers of space, his fist striking towards Wu Hao's chest.    

"Boom ~ ~ ~"    

The surging sonic boom was a bit too late.    

However, it was also in that instant.    

The black clouds that covered half the sky suddenly let out an aura that made one's heart palpitate. A golden lightning bolt as thick as a water tank almost fell from the sky in the blink of an eye.    

Ka-cha! *