My wife who comes from a wealthy family Chapter 632 - 632 633 Lost Souls

632: Chapter 633 Lost Souls 632: Chapter 633 Lost Souls The entire audience gasped in shock!

“Holy shit, that’s terrifying!”

“With just one finger, he broke through the S-rank ninjutsu of five Supre Elders from the Fuso Imperial Clan?”

“That’s too horrifying!”

The martial artists from Dragon Country looked up to the Martial Saint with admiration.

What is a great power?

What is a giant among n?

This is the true great power, a giant among n with sky-high cultivation!

“So weak!” the Martial Saint scoffed.

“Cough, cough…” Inoki Shiryu, the leader, coughed up blood, his complexion pale to the extre, his stomach pierced by the Lightning Finger, narrowly escaping death.

“Too terrifying!” Inoki Shiryu’s face was ashen; “If he were just a pseudo-saint, that would be fine, but if he is a war saint of great power, we are all going to die!”

Hiss!

War Saint!

Upon hearing these two words, the remaining Supre Elders of the Fuso Imperial Clan took sharp breaths.

Above the War Emperor, is the pseudo-saint!

Pseudo-saints are divided into nine grades!

The first grade is the weakest, and the ninth grade is the strongest!

Even the weakest first-grade War Saint has the power to erase a peak War Emperor, possessing terrifying strength.

And the legendary War Saint, that is the ceiling for martial artists, the pinnacle of the martial path!

It is the ultimate limit a martial artist can reach in their lifeti!

An existence that could wipe out an entire nation by themselves!

Ordinary martial artists can’t even co close!

There are those above them, but they are the legendary cultivators, rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, extrely scarcely seen!

“Run!”

Three Supre Elders from the Fuso Imperial Clan, completely disregarding everything in front of them, fled wildly!

“Think of escaping?” The Martial Saint’s eyes flickered with disdain, slowly raising a finger.

Bang!

Bang!

In an instant, two more Supre Elders from the Fuso Imperial Clan perished, leaving only Inoki Shiryu alive, which was done intentionally by the Martial Saint.

“Roll back and tell your Fuso Imperial Clan Leader, if my disciple dies in Fuso, I will make the entire Fuso Imperial Clan accompany him in burial!” the Martial Saint commanded authoritatively.

“Yes!” Inoki Shiryu’s eyes revealed a look of despair as he fled, regardless of the cost to his lifespan!

anwhile.

All mbers of the Fuso Imperial Clan were running for their lives.

“Five Supre Elders have died, leaving just one who managed to escape!”

“What are we still doing here, let’s run for it!”

“I don’t want to die yet!”

The several tens of thousands of Fuso Imperial Clan mbers fled in a rout, like a tide washing away.

On the other hand, Dragon Country was surging with montum.

“Martial Saint is invincible!”

“Long live the Martial Saint!”

Excited voices rose like a tsunami, echoing incessantly.

“Hachi, let’s hurry and run, we mustn’t be discovered by this big shot from Dragon Country!” Inoki Rokurou said, shivering with fear, having witnessed the Martial Saint’s prowess, feeling even more terrifying than the Clan Leader of the Fuso Imperial Clan.

As the two were running away, Dugu Zhan, with his sharp eyes, shouted, “Senior Martial Saint, these two are the murderers of Wudao, they must not be allowed to escape!”

What?

The pupils of the Martial Saint narrowed sharply, and the next mont, he slowly spread his hand; “Roll over here!”

Inoki Rokurou shook as they ran, feeling a powerful force pulling at them fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, they were lying at the feet of the Martial Saint, hurriedly kowtowing for rcy; “Senior Martial Saint, we were wrong!”

“We truly did not know that little bastard Ye Wudao was your disciple!”

“Had we known earlier, we wouldn’t have dared even if you killed us!”

“Die!” The Martial Saint didn’t hesitate at all, striking forcefully.

Boom!

In an instant, the two bodies of Inoki Rokurou exploded into a mist of blood.

In the eyes of a true powerhouse, what was an eighth-grade War Emperor?

No more than ants!

After dealing with them, the Martial Saint’s gaze turned to the collapsed cave behind him, saying, “Go into the cave and search!”

“Quick, do as Martial Saint says!” Dugu Zhan yelled.

“Alive or dead, they must be found!” Wield said.

Soon, tens of thousands of warriors from the Northern King’s Palace and the Dragon Souls returned to the cave, searching for traces of Ye Wudao.

Ti slipped away by the minute!

Even with nearly ten thousand people searching, Ye Wudao seed to have vanished from the face of the earth, leaving no clue behind!

“Reporting to Martial Saint senior, there’s no sign of the young master!”

“Reporting to Martial Saint senior, we haven’t found him!”

All people ca forward to report, tears in their eyes.

The anger in Martial Saint’s eyes reached its peak, “We must find him, even if it ans digging three feet into the ground!”

Finally, in a desperate search that lasted day and night by tens of thousands.

A scream broke the silence.

“Found him!”

What?

In an instant, Dugu Zhan and others who were desperately searching looked up.

They saw a Dragon Soul warrior running over, exclaiming with excitent, “We’ve found him, we’ve found the young master!”

“Quick, bring him here!” The Martial Saint showed rare excitent.

Soon, dozens of warriors were carrying Ye Wudao’s body before the Martial Saint.

Ye Wudao’s eyes were closed, his hands clutching the Beast Overturning Seal tightly.

“It’s the young master!”

“How is the young master?” all the warriors asked curiously.

Dugu Zhan placed his hand near Ye Wudao’s nose, and suddenly, he retracted his hand as if electrocuted and said tremblingly, “Dead, he’s dead!”

Boom!

In an instant, tens of thousands of Ye Wudao’s subordinates couldn’t believe it and collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

“My God, has the young master really died?”

“Sob, the young master died for us!”

“Third brother, you, you can’t die, big brother hasn’t taken you to the West yet, hasn’t gotten you the fiercest liquor, the hottest babes, how can you die!” Will knelt in front of Ye Wudao, weeping bitterly.

“Third brother, your big brother is so sorry!” Dugu Zhan’s eyes were filled with tears.

“Wudao!” Upon seeing Ye Wudao’s body, Jiusha fainted right away.

Martial Saint raised his hand to touch Ye Wudao’s body, closing his eyes.

The next mont, he frowned and said, “What are you crying for, he’s only lost a soul.”

What?

Lost a soul!

Hearing Martial Saint’s words, everyone looked up, puzzled.

“Martial Saint senior, what do you an by losing a soul?” Dugu Zhan, feeling brave, asked cautiously.

“A person has three souls and seven spirits: the Heavenly Soul, the Earthly Soul, and the Human Soul!

Missing one soul is no different from a dead person.

This lad has lost his Human Soul, and we must find it within seven days, otherwise, he will truly die, and not even a great immortal descending from heaven could save him!” Martial Saint explained.

Everyone looked tense!

Martial Saint looked at the Beast Overturning Seal in Ye Wudao’s hands, preparing to take it.

However, Ye Wudao’s fingers were tightly clutching the Beast Overturning Seal.

“You rascal, I’m your third master!” Martial Saint snatched the treasure from Ye Wudao’s hands, frowning, “It’s this damn thing, no, it’s the Beast Overturning Seal!”

Martial Saint’s pupils shone with a cold glint, “Artifact Spirit, co out!”

“Martial Saint senior, please, calm your anger…” the Artifact Spirit responded submissively.

“You should have been able to protect my disciple, what in the world happened, tell the truth!” Martial Saint gripped the Beast Overturning Seal tightly, seemingly ready to crush it if the Artifact Spirit’s response was not to his satisfaction.

“Martial Saint senior, please listen, I did advise him to escape.

But this lad insisted on protecting others and sacrificed himself…” the Artifact Spirit answered tremblingly.

Martial Saint was too strong!

Even at his peak, he might not have been able to defeat him!

Let alone now.

“Hehe, worthy of being my disciple, follow him well in the future, and perhaps I will help you return to your peak!” Martial Saint spoke, satisfied with the answer.

“Thank you, Martial Saint senior, thank you…” the Artifact Spirit was grateful.

“Martial Saint senior, when a person loses their soul, what should be done?”

“Of course, go find it, you idiots!” Martial Saint spoke.

“Brothers, let’s go search for the young master’s soul in the cave!” Dugu Zhan shouted.

And so, tens of thousands went in search of Ye Wudao’s soul.

Unfortunately, they found nothing!

“Martial Saint senior, we’ve searched every inch inside and out, we’re just short of digging three feet into the ground!”

“We haven’t found the young master’s soul!” many people said, puzzled.

“Sothing’s not right, the lad has just died; his soul should still be in this cave!” Martial Saint said, and then suddenly, he wrinkled his nose.

The next mont, he beca furious, his ancient eyes filled with endless killing intent.

“Fusang Imperial Clan, you’ve got so nerve!”