Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

2"Why? Are you still unwilling to leave?" Wu Hao coldly said as he raised his eyebrows at them.    

    

With these words, the low level rogue cultivators revealed traces of fear and subconsciously took a few steps back.    

    

But just at that moment, their pupils shrank. A golden rainbow streaked across the sky as it shot over.    

    

Wu Hao suddenly felt a sharp sword Qi slashing over from behind him, causing his entire body to shake. The moment danger approached, the Dragon Armored War God covered his entire body.    

    

The Sword of Darkness ruthlessly slashed backwards the instant he turned around.    

    

BOOM!    

    

Two sword Qis, one golden and one black gold, fiercely clashed in the air, forming a great shockwave and sent Wu Hao flying in an instant.    

    

What a great power, to the point where even he, who was at the fourth stage of the Deity Stage, was sent flying in an instant.    

    

A young man in white clothes stepped forward, looking at where Wu Hao was flying towards and the mountain of broken limbs below him.    

    

His face was gloomy.    

    

"How dare you, you lunatic! How dare you kill someone so cruelly in broad daylight! You shall not be pardoned for your crimes!" The white-clothed youth shouted coldly.    

    

Clang!    

    

Wu Hao, who was flying backwards, waited until he was more than three hundred meters away before he stabbed his sword into the ground with the Sword of Darkness.    

    

At this moment, the sword qi in his body was surging. The sword qi that had invaded his body earlier was simply too tyrannical.    

    

That young man had at least a cultivation at the peak of the Deity Stage, or maybe even half a step into the Nine Tribulations of an expert.    

    

The opponent almost killed him with a single slash. If it weren't for the protection provided by the Dragon God of War, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand the severe injuries caused by the coldness just now.    

    

But even so, he still suffered internal injuries.    

    

"Who are you?"    

    

Wu Hao stared at the other party as he replied, at the same time, he secretly suppressed the Sword Qi in his body.    

    

"I am the young master's Martial Aura Sword Sect, Ouyang Shaogong!" A trace of arrogance flashed across the face of the white-clothed youth. With his hands behind his back, he looked down on him from a high vantage point.    

    

"Martial Aura Sword Sect? Ouyang Shaogong? " Hearing that, when Wu Hao heard the words Martial Aura Sword Sect, his heart could not help but tremble.    

    

"Why did you sneak attack me? It seems like you have no enmity with me!" Shortly after, Wu Hao became angry again, and stared at the condescending him, and asked coldly.    

    

"A sneak attack?" Hearing that, the White clothed youth Young Master Ouyang Shaoqin looked at him with contempt, and said: "You think too highly of yourself.    

    

"Bullshit!" Hearing that, Wu Hao could not help but become furious, and said: "Which dog saw that I am bloodthirsty like a demon? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! "    

    

"Hmph, I saw you kill so many people. Just look at the mountain of broken limbs over there. Do you still dare to deny it?" White clothed youth Young Master Ouyang Shaoqin's face darkened, he stared at him in an unfriendly manner, and said coldly.    

    

"Hehe, just based on the fact that you saw me kill a few madmen, are you sure that I was the one who killed them? Could it be that the people from your Martial Aura Sword Sect s are all so reckless? " Wu Hao let out a cold laugh.    

    

After this buffer, he had already suppressed all the Sword Qi in his body. At this moment, his body felt a little better.    

    

Hearing this, the youth in white furrowed his eyebrows before turning to the tens of low level rogue cultivators. His face darkened as he asked them in a low voice, "Tell this young master, did you all kill those people?"