Unparalleled Martial God

Crooked Soul's long, curly hair flew about him. Right now, all of his curly hair was straight and straight. He was utterly enraged.    

    

"You guys really take it seriously when you say that your batch of geniuses has appeared." The young man in black pointed at Crooked Blade Immortal. "Especially you, Crooked Blade Immortal. Do you really think you're outstanding? Today, I'll let you know that you're just a fool, not some bullsh * t genius!"    

    

"My favorite thing is to let geniuses understand the cruel reality. Haha!"    

    

The leader laughed out loud and suddenly attacked. His palm turned into a claw and a cold light flashed as it tore through the air. Like a huge wolf's claw, it clawed at the head of Crooked Blade Immortal.    

    

"I want to see what's so special about a sixth level Astral Soul cultivator like you!"    

    

Crooked Soul let out a furious roar and completely erupted. His palm turned into endless fiery red true essence that wrapped around his arm. It turned into what seemed like a flaming sword. He punched out with his fist as if he was thrusting out with a sword.    

    

Boom!" The fist and the claw ruthlessly collided. Endless amounts of true essence collided, and a terrifying whirlwind burst out, engulfing everything in its path. Flames also splashed out in all directions.    

    

Tap    

    

Crooked Soul retreated more than ten steps, while the leading black clothed youth was forced to retreat three steps. His palms were actually aching, and the skin and flesh of his palms were actually punctured. Fresh blood flowed out.    

    

He had the upper hand and was able to kill Crooked Soul, but he was actually injured. This was simply humiliation and anger, and he was even more jealous and resentful.    

    

In order to have the strength he had today, he had spent a whole ten years to go from an outer disciple to a peak Xiantian third stage disciple. Although he couldn't be considered as a top disciple, he was at least not someone who could be easily bullied.    

    

But what right did Crooked Blade have!?    

    

What right did Crooked Soul have to be a genius to be at the fourth level of the Qi Soul Realm to withstand his earlier attack? He had already been in the Five Elements Sect for nearly ten years and was only at the sixth level of the Qi Soul Realm.    

    

The rest of the realm was a little out of his reach. Perhaps it would take him another ten years, or even more, before he could break through again.    

    

Not only was he envious, but he was also terrified. It could be said that a genius like the Crooked Blade Immortal would be able to trample over him in a year's time, much less ten years. He had seen this many times in the Five Elements Sect.    

    

"I must cripple him!"    

    

A trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes, but he did not dare to kill. Even the Black Wolf Gang's Wolf King would not dare to kill a genius disciple like the Crooked Blade Immortal.    

    

The black robed youth's expression instantly turned extremely unsightly. He had to admit that this Immortal Crooked Blade was indeed a genius, and there were definitely many geniuses in this batch of new disciples who spoke the truth.    

    

As he thought of this, the black robed youth's eyes burned with jealousy. He once again struck out towards Crooked Blade Immortal, who also welcomed him fearlessly.    

    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

    

The two sides clashed, and the sound of violent explosions continuously rang out. Every punch and kick was able to blow up the air, and the battle became more and more intense. The newcomers all jumped away, not daring to come close, as the astral wind was cutting their faces in pain.    

    

The two of them fought to the point of being inseparable. Crooked Blade was much weaker and it was already quite impressive that he could endure this. Although the black-robed youth was more experienced, his talent and grasp of the rhythm of battle allowed him to capture more warplanes.    

    

These intangible things were the reason why Crooked Blade Immortal had been able to persist for so long. There were many times when intangible things like these could not be accumulated over time. It was all due to his innate talent.    

    

Bang!    

    

Crooked Blade was defeated. He was stepped on by the black-robed youth's chest, turning him into a shrimp. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a madman.    

    

"Noob, this is what happens to you, understand?" The black-clothed youth teasingly said: "Come, let's hear a dog bark."    

    

"Excuse me, can you take your feet away?"    

    

A voice suddenly sounded.