"Dare to pretend to be someone else to participate in the Wuji Trial is disrespectful to Wuji Holy Heaven. Do you know what the consequences are?" the middle-aged man said with a deep face.

"Sir, do you have any proof that I am an impostor? Even if you are from Wuji Shengtian, you cannot frame a good person out of thin air. It's so unreasonable." Luehu said with a tough bullet.

"I said how you are, you are like this. Do you need reason? Do you need reason?" The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly, looked straight into the other person's eyes, and said contemptuously.

Although this sounds arrogant and domineering, it seems reasonable and makes people unable to refute it. The truth that the strong are respected is the eternal truth.

Under his gaze, his bearded eyes wandered and he didn't dare to look at him, and a layer of sweat also floated on his forehead.

"Master... I misunderstood. I did not deliberately impersonate the name and disrespect to Wuji Shengtian. It's because... because Yang Anwen was so excited to receive the trial token that he was so obsessed with it. I am his cousin again. His qualifications are not inferior to him, and his cultivation is one level higher than him. That's why... I will serve him..." Luo Lehu's mind finally collapsed and he explained stammeringly.

"Draw the sword, because you are indeed qualified and capable, I will give you a dignified way of death." Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man held the hilt of the sword in his hand, his eyes were indifferent, without any emotion.

"Sir, I am really..." I was sweating profusely, and I wanted to explain a few more words.

"Draw the sword!" the middle-aged man said simply.

Everyone around took a few steps back and dodged like a star of mourning.

The beard knew that it was useless to explain it, so he held the hilt of the sword helplessly, but his fingers were trembling slightly. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and turned around and ran away.

Out of awe of Wuji Shengtian, how could he dare to attack the other party?

I have to admit that this person's strength is indeed good. If he doesn't move, he will feel like a flash of light when he moves. In just a blink of an eye, he has reached dozens of feet away. It was not until this time that everyone could vaguely see the nine red holy beads on his forehead. The Ninth Level of Soul Saint, this person is actually the Ninth Level of Soul Saint.

"What a strong strength!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed. The selection criteria for Wuji Shengtian do not all depend on cultivation, but on qualifications. Therefore, not all those selected to participate in the trial are masters, and there are even saints in the realm of Dharma Saint. They were naturally surprised to see this person's strength.

However, the middle-aged man was not surprised at all. He just sneered and pulled his sword and slashed out without panic.

"Brush!" The cold light flew over and the blood rain flew. The beard, which was running quickly, paused suddenly, and then split it into two halves, but it still maintained a one-legged running posture, rushed out one foot away before falling to the ground at the same time.

This scene should have made people laugh, but at this moment, no one could laugh, and everyone felt only horror from the bottom of their hearts.

One sword, just one sword, a powerful man from the ninth grade of Soul Saint died in a life of desperation.

The most terrifying thing is that the middle-aged man took action too quickly. Until this time, no one even saw the flickering holy beads between his eyebrows. He didn't know how strong his cultivation was.
Chapter completed!