Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

The final bolt of divine lightning finally landed, instantly striking the Treant's body. The demonic red light instantly shattered, as did the few remaining branches.    

In the blink of an eye, only a thick tree trunk was left of the towering tree. Golden heavenly lightning continuously flashed on it, and a demonic red light still flashed on the tree trunk, blocking the remnant might of the heavenly thunder.    

Seeing this, Wu Hao heaved a sigh of relief.    

The tree demon had successfully overcome the heavenly tribulation. Although its injuries were not small, its harvest was quite big.    

The thunderclouds in the sky dispersed, and following the movements of countless Coastal City rogue cultivators in the distance, rainbow-colored light suddenly descended from the sky.    

The Treant was left with only its trunk bathed in the colorful light. The light circulated inside it, and the red light that was originally so strange slowly faded away while the trunk gradually deformed.    

The seven-colored light was the light that turned into a god. It was the light that turned into a god after the demon clan successfully crossed the divine tribulation. It helped the demon clan transform in one fell swoop and from now on became an adult demon.    

In the blink of an eye.    

The tree demon had turned into a small old man with the same appearance as before. At this moment, he was lying on the ground, incomparably weak, in the middle of the rubble of the valley. He looked to be on the verge of death.    

The Goblin Tribe finally succeeded in their transformation, but the rogue cultivators of Coastal City could not hold it in and went into an uproar. They formed a tide of people and rushed towards the direction of the valley.    

The scene was like an ant crossing the border in a grand formation.    

Far in the sky, three high level cultivators of the merchant guild stood in the air. They were not as crazy as the low level rogue cultivators.    

The three of them revealed looks of disdain as they looked at the low level rogue cultivators.    

"Hmph, a group of idiots. Go, go. When you fight to the death, it will be the time for me to accept demons!" One of the hawk-nosed middle-aged men grunted coldly as he muttered to himself.    

"Cold Deacon, it might be difficult for you to capture a demon!" At this time, the other middle-aged man standing next to the hawk-nosed man, a middle-aged man with starry eyes and a sword-like eyebrows, spoke to him with a smile that was not a smile.    

Hearing this, the face of the hawk-nosed middle-aged man who was called Cold Deacon suddenly darkened. He stared at him and coldly asked: "Supervisor Mo, what do you mean by this?"    

"What do you mean?" Supervisor Mo gave him a disdainful look when he heard this. He said, "Look carefully, is the young man standing on top of the flying fish an expert? With him here, do you think that collecting demons will be easy? "    

Hearing that, the Cold Deacon immediately followed Chief Manager Mo's gaze and looked towards the distant Wu Hao.    

In the next moment, his pupils constricted and flashed with a fierce light.    

"He isn't simple. Even the man and woman beside him aren't simple!" Just then, the middle-aged lady beside the two looked at Wu Hao and the rest who were far away, and spoke to them.    

Hearing this, the two of them turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman.    

"Shopkeeper Jin, how about the three of us join hands. As long as we get these two Metamorphosis s and sell them for a good price, how about we split the two of us?" The two of them looked at each other, and after a moment of understanding, they both said this to the middle-aged woman.    

Hearing that, the middle-aged woman smiled sweetly at them, and replied: "Alright, I have the same idea, otherwise, there would only be two Metamorphosis, but we have three, if we fight, no one will benefit!"    

"Haha, Manager Jin is as straightforward as the rumors say!" Hearing this, Supervisor Mo suddenly laughed, showing a very happy expression.    

However, the Cold Deacon only sneered, and said: "Since that's the case, in a while, one person will be in charge of catching the demons, and the two people will be in charge of stopping the young man and the two people beside him!"    

"Alright, no problem. It's a deal!" The three of them nodded in agreement.    

While they were talking, the Coastal City rogue cultivators that were rushing over like floodwaters were nearing the entrance to the valley where the Treant was at.    

"Humph, a bunch of reckless men. You're courting death!" In the clouds far away, the fat head, big ears, fat body of a teenager, looked at the crowd rushing forward without turning back and gave a cold snort.