Destined Martial God

"Damn it!"    

Looking at the sword that was less than a centimeter away from him and contained the remaining destructive energy from the explosion, the red-clothed middle-aged man could not help but curse as he quickly retreated.    

However, the red-clothed middle-aged man, who was firmly locked onto by the sword that had already been infused with a tremendous destructive power, discovered in horror that no matter how fast he retreated, not only did the sword not open up any distance from his forehead, it had even been delayed by less than a centimeter.    

"In this life or death situation, all of you should continue to overdraw your soul and elemental energy to help me unleash my strongest attack!"    

The red-clothed middle aged man, who had been locked on by the Thousand Swords Heart Devouring Sword Skill, knew that he was no longer able to dodge Yu Haoran's attack, which was akin to a sword.    

Right now, there was only one path left for him, and that was to see who was stronger and who had stronger defense.    

Therefore, the middle-aged man lowered his head and instructed the grand elder and the others.    

"This!"    

In response to the red-clothed, middle-aged man's order, the Great Elder and the others' faces instantly darkened.    

The soul was not only the foundation for a martial practitioner's cultivation level and strength, but also the capital for them to advance to a higher level in the future.    

Even though overdrawing a third of his soul would harm his foundation, using the best medicines to nurture it would still barely make up for the overdraft of his soul.    

It would not affect his foundation, nor would it delay him from reaching a higher realm in the future.    

However, if more than half of one's soul was overdrawn, it would not be as simple as affecting one's foundation. It might even cause one's potential to drop, making it impossible for one to break through the Martial Saint's realm in their entire lifetime.    

To the eight elders and martial artists who had the ability to break through to Martial Saint, this was a choice that was hard to make.    

"What, you don't want to!"    

The red-clothed middle-aged man continued to use his fast retreating techniques to delay the speed of the sword stabbing into his forehead as he threatened with a displeased expression on his face, while looking at the Great Elder and the others who were hesitating.    

"Don't forget that the young man in front of you is a vengeful butcher who specializes in bloody revenge."    

"If I am killed, not only will you lose your only way to turn the defeat into a victory, you will also suffer the bloody revenge of this young man afterwards."    

"Whether you live or die, it all depends on your choice!"    

In the face of the red clothed middle-aged man's threat, the second elder and the other elders turned their gazes towards the Great Elder and Wu Xing, hoping that they would be able to make the final decision.    

Ignoring the gazes of the seven elders, the grand elder raised his head and glanced at Wu Xing. A hint of anticipation flashed across his eyes.    

Afterwards, he instructed the Thirteenth Elder, who was responsible for being wary of the Peak Master of another surname.    

"Martial arts, replace the Sect Leader!"    

"AHH!" Oh! "Fine!"    

Letting him overdraft the sect master's soul represented sacrificing his own life. Although the Thirteenth Elder finally nodded in agreement, his heart was filled with resentment.    

Although the Sect Leader's natural talent and potential were even more outstanding, his martial arts talent and potential were equally outstanding.    

Moreover, he was the youngest Elder among the crowd, and it wasn't that he couldn't catch up in the future, but rather had the ability and opportunity to surpass the Martial Dao.    

Looking at the martial arts that he was unwilling to agree to, the Great Elder was also unwilling to accept it.    

However, in order to preserve the Wu Clan's bloodline inheritance, as well as their status and interests in the Giant Sword Sect, the Great Elder could only tenaciously ignore martial arts and speak to Wu Xing with a gentle expression.    

"Clan Master, you are not only the symbol of the spirit of the Giant Sword Sect, you also represents the hope of our Wu Clan's inheritance."    

"Therefore, you should temporarily withdraw from the upcoming bloody battle!"    

"Great Elder, don't worry. I vow to eliminate Hundred Feet Sect as repayment for the righteous act of all the elders devouring wolves with their lives."    

Letting martial arts replace him and preventing him from overdrawing his soul, the Great Elder's decision made Wu Xing secretly rejoice. At the same time, he hurriedly promised with all his might.    

"Humph!"    

Seeing Wu Xing swearing that he would definitely destroy Hundred Feet Sect, Li Zhongming snorted coldly in disdain in his heart.    

If Wu Xing truly wanted to avenge the Great Elder and the others who had sacrificed their lives, then when he made the promise earlier, he would have sworn it on the Heavenly Law's oath.    

But the result!    

An oath without any promises meant that the Wu Clan, which had lost the Great Clan Elder and the rest, would not only have a chance to exterminate the Hundred Feet Sect in the future, but would also have a problem controlling the power and power of the Giant Sword Sect as well.    

Even the Peak Master with another surname like Li Zhongming could feel that the promise of Wu Xing was not sincere. How could the astute Great Elder not know?    

However, the situation was already imminent. Even though he was dissatisfied with Wu Xing's earlier promise, the Great Elder did not show any dissatisfaction.    

After which, the grand elder spoke sorrowfully to the eight elders.    

"Elders, in order to protect the Wu Clan, I, Wu Chang, implore all of you to continue spending one third of your soul to assist the mid-grade sage realm to kill Yu Haoran."    

Faced with the Great Elder's sorrowful plea, even though the Thirteenth Elder's heart was filled with resentment, he could only nod in agreement.    

But at this time, Yu Haoran's voice suddenly came out from the swords that were constantly chasing after the red-clothed middle aged man.    

"Great Clan Elder, if you agree to two of my conditions, I, Yu Haoran, swear by the rules of the heaven, I will definitely not harm you eight elders, nor will I massacre your clan."    

The nine elders, who were already prepared to seduce their divine souls, suddenly wavered when they heard the good intentions that Yu Haoran had and thought of sacrificing them.    

Afterward, along with the recently joined Thirteenth Elder, the eight elders looked toward the grand elder at the same time. A sliver of desire appeared in their eyes.    

"Yu Haoran, what kind of condition?"    

As the number one person in the Giant Sword Sect, the authority and treatment that the Great Clan Elder enjoyed was not inferior to that of the Sect Master's. In fact, in some places, there were even some places that needed to listen to his advice.    

Therefore, the Great Elder was even more unwilling to overdraw more than two-thirds of his soul, and even more unwilling to die than all the other elders present.    

Now, after hearing Yu Haoran's request to reconcile with them, facing the looks of anticipation from the eight elders, he directly asked.    

"First condition, leave the main culprit, Wu Zhen, to me to handle."    

Seeing that the Great Clan Elder and the rest were willing to negotiate, Yu Haoran who had transformed into a sword secretly heaved a sigh of relief.    

Originally, according to his and Tower Spirit's speculations, the Thousand Swords Heart Devouring Array would be able to unleash 100% of the array formation's power. The strongest spell would be able to attack the Thousand Swords Heart, which would be able to threaten a powerhouse at around the peak of the third stage of Martial Saint.    

Although the red clothed middle-aged man's cultivation had reached the peak of the sixth stage of Martial Saint, he was a weapon that had completely deviated from the righteous path of the soldier and was naturally restrained by the sword.    

If he were to use some tricks and tricks, he would have a sixty to seventy percent chance of defeating a mid-ranked sage realm expert.