Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"Hua …"    

The moment Xu Wudao's name came out from the black-robed assassin's mouth, the entire audience went into an uproar and in an instant, everyone's gaze shifted towards Xu Wudao.    

Xu Wudao welcomed everyone's astonished gaze, and his expression suddenly changed greatly.    

"You … "Bullshit!"    

Xu Wudao who had reacted, stared at the black clad assassin, his eyes immediately became round, and he could not help but shout.    

"It's you. I knew you wouldn't admit to it, yet you said that it was a waste for me to work hard for you!" The black clad killer suddenly became energetic, and actually stood up from the ground, pointing at the young man Xu Wudao and berating him angrily.    

"Hua …"    

The crowd erupted into an uproar once again as they subconsciously retreated, maintaining a distance with Xu Wudao, isolating him.    

"You … "Bullshit, when did I let you kill someone? I don't even know you!" Xu Wudao was so angry that he kicked his nose in the face.    

"Hmph, you're still not admitting it? I knew you would not admit it. I really came to kill them for you …"    

"You … "Go to hell!" Xu Wudao was enraged, he immediately threw a punch at him, but in the next moment, he was flung out by Xu Qinglong with a flick of his sleeve.    

"Hmph, guilty as a thief, you still want to kill me to keep my mouth shut?"    

Xu Qinglong looked at Xu Wudao who was slapped into the grass by him, and mocked him with a sneer.    

At this time, Xu Wudao's heart was filled with grievances!    

"It's not me. I don't know him. I didn't let him kill anyone."    

As the saying goes, clay figurines were also a bit rustic.    

Xu Wudao was wronged by someone, and then injured by Xu Qinglong. He was angry, and suddenly jumped up from the grass, looking at Xu Qinglong and the black clad assassin behind him, he retorted angrily.    

However, something strange happened at this moment.    

The face of the killer in black suddenly turned ashen. He suddenly grabbed the short sword on the ground and fiercely stabbed it into his own heart.    

Then, he looked at Xu Wudao and laughed bitterly: "I knew you were such a person, you won't admit it, right? I curse you with my death to die a horrible death … "    

"Ugh …"    

Everyone was stunned upon seeing such a change.    

Even Xu Wudao was stunned.    

He quickly pulled out the short sword that was stabbed into his heart, shook him fiercely, and shouted angrily, "You bastard, speak clearly, when did I let you kill someone? If you don't speak clearly, don't die!"    

He raised his hand and pointed at the acupuncture points on his opponent's chest.    

However, it was futile for his heart to be pierced and stop the bleeding.    

In the blink of an eye, his entire body was covered in a crimson glow. At first glance, he really did look like a crazed god of death.    

This was the first time he suspected Xu Wudao, and he could not help but think, could it be that this Xu Wudao was really a ruthless killer demon?    

"You … You will die a horrible death, you … You... "Finger …"    

Following Xu Wudao's shaking, the black-clothed assassin's body became even weaker. His voice also became intermittent, and in the blink of an eye, his strength weakened as he fell to the ground.    

Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but sigh.    

And when the Xu Family's First Lady, Zhao Feixia, saw this scene, a strange smile finally surfaced in her eyes.    

As long as the black-clothed assassin died, she would be at ease. As for the fact that Xu Wudao was not a big threat to her, he was at most just a small grasshopper, nothing to fear.