Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

1Witnessing Wu Hao being struck and spitting blood from his wounds, Wu Zhiyu and the other two were stunned.    

    

Wu Zhiyu and Zhuang Mengyu subconsciously rushed forward, wanting to support him, but they were pushed away by the force of his sleeve.    

    

"Don't come near me!" He reminded the two of them anxiously.    

    

He shot a glance at the tombstone in front of him with the corner of his eyes. Immediately, his face filled with anger as he looked towards the sky.    

    

Thunder rumbled in the sky, thunder flashed, and the might of a transcendent heavenly might faintly descended.    

    

"You can't kneel! Scoundrel, this sovereign didn't play with you!" He roared, and with a flip of his hand, the seven - night divine plate appeared, turning into a peerless divine sword.    

    

With a wave of his hand, the seven night sword entered his hand. He leaped up and took a step forward, charging towards the sky, slashing towards the rolling thundercloud.    

    

BOOM!    

    

When the sword struck out, it was like a thunderclap.    

    

A cyan sword light fiercely slashed at the rolling thunderclouds.    

    

"Young master, don't!"    

    

Seeing that his sword was about to strike the rolling thundercloud, Wu Hao suddenly heard a very familiar voice, which made his entire body shake.    

    

His voice sounded incomparably anxious, causing him to subconsciously retract his seven night sword, and it transformed into an enormous cyan seven night sword, forcibly stopping in the air above the rolling thundercloud.    

    

The distance from the thundercloud was very close.    

    

At this moment, he once again felt a pressure that caused his heart to palpitate coming from the thundercloud. It disappeared in a flash, and the thundercloud quickly dispersed, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.    

    

How did the Heavenly Wrath come about?    

    

Just what was that heavenly might that would not allow him to kneel? A hint of confusion flashed in the depths of Wu Hao's eyes.    

    

That familiar voice had forced him to stop. It was right that he hadn't attacked the thundercloud.    

    

He was certain that if he chopped down with that sword, the heavenly might would descend, and he would absolutely not have a good ending.    

    

Previously, in order to protect Mu Qian's tombstone from the lightning, although his body was not severely injured, his vital energy and blood was still roiling.    

    

After coming back to his senses, he quickly summoned back his seven night sword, and with an excited expression, he landed in front of Mu Qian's grave.    

    

"Dryopterygium, is that you? You're not dead, are you? " Wu Hao stared at Mu Qian's tombstone and said excitedly.    

    

In their eyes, this scene was one of insanity. It was not normal at all, causing them to be endlessly astonished by what they saw.    

    

Mu Qian had already died dozens of years ago, so how could he still be alive after being buried here for such a long time?    

    

Could it be that he was struck dumb by that heavenly lightning?    

    

"Daddy, what happened to you? Didn't Grandpa Mu Qian die a long time ago?" Wu Zhiyu worriedly went forward to look at him, but when she saw his excited appearance, she could not help but remind him.    

    

Wu Hao did not answer, his eyes staring straight at Mu Qian's tombstone as the soul consciousness swept past him at the same time.    

    

"Husband, what's wrong with you? Don't scare the child!" Zhuang Mengyu also walked up to him and said with a worried expression.    

    

Wu Hao still did not reply, the big fellow not far away looked at them and did not dare to say a word, the lightning just now was too terrifying.    

    

Now, looking at Wu Hao's expression, he thought to himself: "This senior couldn't have truly been struck silly by lightning, right!"    

    

Thinking of this, his entire body shivered, not daring to think any further.    

    

Was Wu Hao really stupid?    

    

Of course not.    

    

The reason he was so excited was because the familiar voice that reminded him of a master before, came from Mu Qian.    

    

Could it be that he had hallucinated? However, the reality was clear to Wu Hao, he did not hallucinate.    

    

Everything that had happened just now was real. In the moment of crisis, it was Mu Qian's voice that reminded him of something, allowing him to escape this crisis.    

    

Then that would be strange, since Mu Qian had already been dead for so many years, why would his voice still appear in this place?    

    

The truth of the matter was revealed as a bright light shone in Wu Hao's eyes.