My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Dare to impersonate others to participate in the Wuji Trial, it is disrespectful to Wuji Holy Heaven, do you know the consequences?" The middle-aged man said with a serious face.

"What proof does your lord have that I am an impostor? Even if you are a member of Wuji Shengtian, you can't frame a good person out of thin air. It's so unreasonable." Luo Lihu said bravely.

"I said what about you, you are what you are, do you need a reason, do you need a reason?" The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly, looked straight into the other's eyes, and said contemptuously.

Although these words sound arrogant and domineering, but when they come out of his mouth, they seem to be reasonable, making it impossible to refute. It is an unbreakable truth that the strong are respected.

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

"My lord... Your lord misunderstood me. I didn't mean to pretend to be disrespectful to Wuji Shengtian. It's really because... Yang Anwen was so excited when he received the trial token that he became mad, and I was his cousin again. His aptitude is not inferior to his, and his cultivation level is one level higher than him, so... this is for him..." Luo Lihu's mentality finally broke down, and he stammered and explained.

"Draw your sword. Since you do have some aptitude and strength, I will give you a dignified death." Unfortunately, the middle-aged man interrupted before he could finish speaking. The middle-aged man held the hilt of his sword, his eyes were indifferent, without any emotion.

"My lord, I'm really..." The bearded man was sweating profusely, and wanted to explain a few more words.

"Draw your sword!" the middle-aged man said bluntly.

All around, everyone took a few steps back, dodging like a mourner.

The bearded man knew that it was useless to explain, and he held the hilt of the sword helplessly, but his fingers were trembling slightly. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, turned around and fled towards the distance.

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

I have to admit that this person's strength is really good, if he doesn't move, he will be like a flash of light, and in the blink of an eye, he will be tens of feet away. It was only at this time that everyone could vaguely see the nine red holy beads on his forehead. Ninth-rank Soul Sage, this person is actually a Ninth-rank Soul Sage.

"What a strength!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed. Wuji Shengtian's selection criteria are not all based on cultivation, but on aptitude, so not all the people selected to participate in the trial are masters, and there are even saints in the realm of Dharma Saints. Seeing this person's The strength was naturally taken aback.

However, the middle-aged man was not surprised at all, he just sneered, drew his sword and slashed out calmly.

"Swipe!" The cold light flashed, and the blood rained. The bearded man who was running fast gave a sudden pause, and then split into two halves, but still maintained the posture of running on one leg, and rushed another foot away before falling to the ground at the same time.

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

One sword, just one sword, a strong man of the ninth rank of soul saint died like this.

The most frightening thing was that the middle-aged man shot so fast, until now, no one even saw the holy bead flickering between his brows clearly, not knowing how strong he was.

"My name is Gong Yuanhong. You'd better remember me. If anyone dares to impersonate and disrespect Wuji Shengtian, kill Wuxi!" The middle-aged man put away his long sword and said indifferently. It seemed that what he killed just now was not a master of the ninth rank of Soul Sage, but a pig, a dog as simple as that.