Martial Soul: Be a Saint

After hearing Wu Hao's words, Jia Tong looked at him in shock, and even the original sorrowful emotions were momentarily thrown to the back of his mind.    

The soul-searching secret technique was an ancient Forbidden. There were many martial cultivators that couldn't tolerate it, and it eventually disappeared into the river of time.    

He never thought that Wu Hao would actually use such a lost Forbidden.    

"He only knows the basics, and the side effects are huge. Forget it, I'll use my hypnosis on him!"    

Wu Hao replied casually, but suddenly made his move, his palm chopping down on the neck of the mercenary who called himself Flying Eagle without any warning.    

This person's cultivation was not high, how could he defend against an attack from a Martial Master Realm Ranker? In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground.    

This scene made the Jia family members tremble.    

He thought that Wu Hao was truly skillful, he did things without any delay, and attacked as soon as he said that, he did not give anyone a chance to react.    

Wu Hao's eyes swept across the crowd and landed on Jia Tong and Jia Ren's father.    

"Chairman Jia, Little Fatty, and everyone present, listen carefully. Who exactly did Aunt Duan die? Please dig out your ears and listen carefully!"    

As he spoke, he quickly formed a seal in front of his chest. A heart palpitating wave spread out from his chest, forming a strange aura.    

Sensing this strange aura, Jia Zhenlin, who was at the side, became even more uneasy as his gaze began to wander.    

However, right at this moment, an extremely cold voice suddenly rang out in his ears, causing his entire body to tremble.    

"Calm down! He won't have a chance to say anything about you. You can rest assured!"    

When the voice came out, Jia Zhenlin subconsciously spread out his soul consciousness, trying to find the person who said this.    

However, he was disappointed to discover that he was unable to investigate.    

"Dammit, who is this guy, to actually threaten me …"    

Jia Zhenlin cursed in his heart.    

However, after the cold reminder from the other party, his heart beat faster and was quickly suppressed.    

Under everyone's attentive gaze, Wu Hao's hands suddenly condensed into a complicated, mysterious imprint, which was pressed on the forehead of the self-proclaimed hawk youth.    

In the blink of an eye.    

Then, he opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Upon closer inspection, his eyes revealed a sense of confusion. It was as if he was unable to see everything around him clearly.    

Wu Hao formed another seal again, the surrounding aura suddenly changed, the young man's eyes immediately became clearer, but his gaze was still focused on Wu Hao.    

Wu Hao looked at him coldly, with a dignified look on his face.    

In an instant, he had his hands behind his back, as if he had suddenly become someone in a position of power.    

"Tell me, what is your real name!" Wu Hao stared at him, opened her mouth, and spoke to him slowly.    

"My name is Xiong Yan …" The young man replied somewhat woodenly, causing an uproar immediately. However, he was suppressed by a cold gaze from Jia Tong.    

"You are the Falcon Mercenaries's code name, Flying Eagle?" Wu Hao stared at him and continued asking.    

"No!"    

"Then why are you pretending to be the Falcon Mercenaries's code name Flying Eagle?"    

"This …"    

When Wu Hao asked this sensitive question, Xiong Yan's consciousness clearly showed signs of struggling, and his brows tightly knitted together.    

"Humph, do you want to say it or not …" Wu Hao's face sank, and stared at him with eyes that were extremely sharp.    

In the blink of an eye!    

Xiong Yan's struggling expression disappeared after being yelled at like this. In the blink of an eye, his expression became stiff once again.    

"It's Jia …"