Destined Martial God

"AHH!"    

An extremely miserable howl of pain immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the peak.    

"Who is this person? How come I've never seen him before?" An early stage first stage Martial Saint warrior muttered to herself, her brows slightly raised.    

"He is young, strong and ruthless enough. It seems that he is either an elite disciple from a first-rate sect or a core disciple of an inherited clan." Another white-bearded old man who was at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint praised and guessed at Yu Haoran's origins.    

"He isn't that old, yet he attacked so viciously. With a single look, you can tell that it isn't anything special." Another youth who didn't like Yu Haoran said with a disdainful taunt.    

"Have you guys gone silly? Hurry up and help me."    

After his fist was crushed, Yu Haoran also took the opportunity to release his palm.    

As for the sturdy man of the seventh stage of the Martial King, who was retreating a few steps, she roared at her comrades while consuming healing pellets.    

He didn't use any soul power or elemental energy. Just by relying on his strong physical body, he was able to directly block Iron Fist and crush his companion's attack. This meant that this young man in front of him was definitely a Martial Saint Ranker.    

Thus, when faced with the roars of her seventh stage Martial King comrade, none of his comrades dared to step forward to help him.    

Furthermore, under Yu Haoran's cold and detached gaze, they had even more so obediently made way, as if they were giving in.    

"Are you guys still men or not?!" Seeing his companions voluntarily submit to Yu Haoran's domineering aura, the robust man of the seventh stage of Martial King immediately scolded him in a fit of rage.    

"If you don't want to die, you better shut up immediately." Yu Haoran threatened as he walked towards the Sword Tower, approaching the sturdy man of the seventh stage of Martial King who was still cursing.    

"Brat, if you have the guts then just kill me, otherwise, you'll be too big!"    

In the face of Yu Haoran's threat, which was as cold as ice and frost, the robust man of the seventh stage of Martial King continued to threaten him with his life.    

But before he could finish his threat, a strong surge of elemental energy pierced through his heart.    

"You, you actually dared to attack me." Looking at the sturdy man of the seventh stage of Martial King who was pierced through, who was temporarily not going to die, said in disbelief.    

Although it was said that after a martial artist broke through the Martial Master Realm and condensed their own divine soul, their physical body would be destroyed and their soul would not be destroyed, very few martial practitioners could continue to live after their divine soul left their body.    

This was not only because the opponent would not give the soul a chance to survive or turn the tables around, but also because the soul would quickly die after losing the physical body to provide energy.    

"Brat, my big brother the Berserk Black Fiend will definitely not let you get away with this."    

Just as his soul was about to perish, the seventh stage Martial King warrior left behind a threat that caused everyone present to be unable to resist.    

In response, Yu Haoran's expression did not change in the slightest as he continued walking towards the Sword Tower.    

Maybe it was because of the powerful body he had revealed just now, or maybe it was because of his fearless and domineering attitude, the experts of Martial King who were blocking his path automatically opened up a path.    

However, when he arrived in front of a handsome youth of about thirty years of age, who had an outstanding temperament and had his arms folded, looking at Yu Haoran with a sneer on his face, the youth had no intention of giving way.    

"Scram!" As he coldly looked at the youth with the temperament, Yu Haoran yelled at him with frost in his voice.    

"Aiya!"    

In response to Yu Haoran's icy cold reprimand, the youth with aura suddenly shouted out, and with a gloomy face he asked.    

"Brat, do you know who I am?"    

"Three!" Ignoring the other party's question, Yu Haoran indifferently gave himself a time limit.    

"I am a Wu Family from the mountain range of central region." The young man with a noble temperament introduced himself proudly.    

After hearing about the background of this youth, the crowd immediately burst into discussion.    

Some of the warriors from the Southern Region, or in other words, those too far away from the Qilian Mountain Range, did not know what the Wu Family behind the youth represented. They hurriedly interrogated some of the warriors who understood the situation.    

"The Wu Family has existed for more than a hundred thousand years. Not only do their families possess formidable strength, three supreme experts of Martial Saint Realm have appeared in their ancestors. They are the true hegemons of the mountain range." A Martial Saint Expert who knew the Wu Family very well introduced him with a shocked expression.    

Hearing the others' introduction to the Wu Family as well as the shocked expressions of the surrounding people, the young man with a noble temperament revealed a complacent smile.    

"Three seconds have passed. You can die now!"    

However, what made the youth surprised, or to say what made him angry, was Yu Haoran's contempt for the Wu Family, and Yu Haoran's arrogance in looking down on others.    

"Arrogant and ignorant brat, this young master will send you on your way first."    

The temperament youth who had instantly taken out his life sword roared out, and thrusted the sword straight towards Yu Haoran's forehead.    

His cultivation was at the early stages of the first stage of Martial Saint, a high-grade Martial King's life sword weapon. Seeing the methods that the temperament teenager had revealed, while Yu Haoran secretly activated the Ancestral Lich's physical body, he quickly clamped onto the sword with both of his fingers.    

At this moment, the tip of his Intrinsic Sword was less than a centimeter away from the center of his eyebrows.    

"What a powerful body!" Looking at the young man using his elemental energy and soul power to control the Destiny Sword, but the Destiny Sword didn't budge at all, the crowd couldn't help but sigh in amazement.    

"Let go!"    

Looking at the temperament youth who was desperately pushing the sword, Yu Haoran shouted loudly. At the same time, the two fingers that were holding onto the sword tip suddenly rotated, and a strong vibration forced the temperament youth to let go of the sword.    

Yu Haoran took a glance at the low quality, but high quality Emperor Realm sword which was suitable to be used to raise the quality of Ruiyi Bell, and stored the Intrinsic Sword in her spatial ring.    

"Brat, quickly hand over my life sword!" The Life Sword, which was connected to his mind and mind by the storage space, caused the youth with the temperament to shout out in anger.    

In regards to this, Yu Haoran's reply was very simple. It was that the fist which had fused with the Law of Fast, was directly smashed through the opponent's head before he could even react.    

Using his spirit energy to shock away the blood and brain that splattered over, Yu Haoran continued to walk towards the Sword Tower.    

With the power of his fleshly body, not only did he manage to stop a high-grade Emperor Realm magical artifact, he was also able to directly kill a first stage Martial Saint expert. The domineering aura and strength that Yu Haoran displayed when he killed the temperament youth earlier had caused all the experts below the seventh stage of the Martial Saint to make way for him at the first possible moment.    

Seeing the middle aged warrior in front of him who had reached the eighth stage of the Martial Saint and had a slightly feminine temperament, although Yu Haoran didn't say a single word, the cold indifference in her eyes caused the feminine-looking strong man to flash a look of hesitation.    

In the end, the feminine-looking, middle-aged expert sighed and took the initiative to open up a path.    

However, standing behind the feminine-looking middle aged man, a skinny old man in green clothes who had reached the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint looked at Yu Haoran with disdain.