Martial Soul: Be a Saint

With an explosive sound, the door to his room was suddenly violently kicked open. Ten masked men in black all flocked in.    

Buzz …    

The spirit energy of the heaven and earth surged, forming a great pressure from a Martial King, completely crushing Wu Hao's body.    

The terrifying pressure caused his breathing to quicken as the blood in his body surged.    

Subconsciously, the Martial Yuan in his body burst out crazily, forming a Martial Yuan Vortex, resisting the pressure of the ten Martial Kings.    

The leader of the ten masked men saw his reaction and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.    

"Don't resist me for nothing. I'll give you two choices. Either you obediently follow us, or we'll personally lead you away … "Bam!"    

An extremely cold voice came out from his mouth. As he spoke, the door was slammed shut by someone, and the ten of them surrounded Wu Hao, forming a situation where they were able to catch a turtle in a jar.    

Hearing that, Wu Hao laughed involuntarily.    

His expression suddenly darkened, and suddenly, a domineering aura leaked out. He raised his head to look at them, and a hint of playfulness flashed across his eyes.    

"What if I don't choose either of them?"    

He licked his lips and asked them playfully.    

"You won't choose?" The leader's eyes were full of murderous intent. His face, which was hidden under the mask, suddenly turned cold.    

"If you don't choose, then die …"    

"Wrong!" The moment he said that, Wu Hao suddenly opened his mouth, interrupting him and saying: "I should be the one saying this! I will give you a chance to either leave immediately or die! "    

Once these words left his mouth, the others couldn't hold back their curiosity.    

"Brother Huangqian, why are you wasting time with this brat? Just take him back and let my aunt control the situation. If he tries to resist, we can just kill him!"    

"That's right, why are you wasting words with him. If it wasn't for my aunt capturing him alive, I would have long since cut him down!"    

"…"    

For a time, ten people spoke at the same time, their voices extremely confused.    

Heh …    

But just when they were discussing viciously, Wu Hao suddenly laughed coldly, raised his hand and formed a complicated technique in front of his chest.    

Then he pointed forward.    

Shocked, the ten players subconsciously dodged to the sides.    

BOOM!    

A beam of golden lightning suddenly flashed on his fingertip.    

Following the sound of muffled thunder, the entire house suddenly turned into a sea of golden lightning.    

The ten of them looked up and their bodies shook.    

They only saw that with Wu Hao's gentle point of his finger, a spherical golden barrier of lightning enveloped the entire interior of the house.    

In that instant, their faces, which were hidden behind their black masks, all changed color.    

"Since you guys are not leaving, then I shall pay my respects to my True Dragon Art!"    

Wu Hao's expression darkened, he once again formed a seal, and pinched his own chest, causing an aura that caused people's hearts to palpitate even more, to suddenly erupt out.    

"Brat, don't be so arrogant. Die for me …" "Clang!"    

One of the Royal offspring could not hold it in any longer and slashed at him.    

A sharp saber Qi instantly surged through the room, vibrating the eardrums.    

Wu Hao saw the situation, a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes as he raised his hand and pointed.    

Ka-cha! *    

A ray of golden lightning that was as thick as an arm suddenly fell from the sky. It instantly struck the broadsword. The violent lightning spirit almost instantly followed the broadsword and fiercely struck his body.    

A shattering sound could be heard.    

The large blade in his hand could not withstand the berserk lightning spirit and instantly shattered into pieces. As for his entire body, it was struck by the lightning spirit and in an instant, his body became numb.