The Supreme God of Martial Arts

'The Vasteras Holy Land?’

Austin thought. Surveying the aura around them, he surmised these were people difficult to deal with.

In Austin's Soul Sea, the FlEmperor whispered to him everything he needed to know about the Vasteras Holy Land.

"There are countless countries and sects in the Divine Continent.

Still, hierarchies and the quest to stay in power remained prevalent.

In the case of the Divine Continent, the holy lands possess the seat of power and the aristocratic families hold the metaphorical

crown.

You must take note that there are three holy lands and three aristocratic families in the East Mainland.

And the Vasteras Holy Land is one of those holy lands. Didn't | say they were powerful?"

"You couldn't have emphasized it more," Austin said.

He understood everything.

The team of the Vasteras Holy Land was catching up to them.

The Vasteras Holy Land's display of splendor and momentum was extraordinary. It was nothing like Austin had ever seen.

Meanwhile, it was quite a challenge to fathom the monstrosity of the beasts that were also there, demonic and diabolic. An

armored and rough-looking soldier sat proudly on one of the beasts. He had a huge "Vasteras Holy Land" flag that billowed along

with the roaring winds.

The Vasteras Holy Land team charged forward with utter menace and terror. Its people cried out, and its beasts roared with a

murderous will.

Austin had kept his composure so far until he was startled to find that amongst the people of Vasteras Holy Land, there were a

dozen masters at the Divine Bridge Realm.

"People, stop fighting over magic treasures!

All the magic treasures you got just now should be turned over in our Vasteras Holy Land. Anyone - and | mean, anyone - who

secretly keeps intelligent magic treasures, we must kill him!"

The thundering, commanding voice cfrom the team of the Vasteras Holy Land.

"Ha! So bossy!"

someone yelled nonchalantly from another direction.

Then, with rumbles of rage, over twenty chariots emerged. There was so much wrath that the sky seemed to have trembled.

The people of the Vasteras Holy Land ascertained who they were up against. It was the Sikong Clan, one of the aristocratic families.

The former stood on the ground with heightened vigilance. They were ready to fight the Sikong Clan.

Battle was almost a breath away, but the Vasteras Holy Land team and the Sikong Clan seemed to take their tin examining

each other and giving each other threatening stares.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, do | smell fear? Do you think you can relish the treasure left by a great master all for yourselves?"

A middle-aged man in yellow with a purple hat alighted the headmost chariot of the Sikong Clan.

He floated in the air so effortlessly, as if he was a child of the sky.

People who couldn't take their eyes off of him also couldn't afford to breathe freely. Circulations of their energy meridians de-

escalated.

Those with a weak cultivation base didn't dare look at him, or else they might perish on the spot.

This man resembled a fearsking, merciless in making weaker people feel like they were beggars, like they did not deserve to

even have a glimpse of him.

"Hmm! We get what we want, and we desert what we take. Any problem with that?"

the previously commanding and confident person from Vasteras Holy Land said this time.

After standing face to face each other for a while, the two groups seemed to have dialed down with the spine-tingling glares.

Neither of them would give up the search for more treasures. It was just a matter of winning against the other.

"C'mon! Let's just deal with the treasures.

Teams from other holy lands and aristocratic families are heading here as well.

Be strategic! If we hustle at this very moment, we may be able to possess more of these treasures,"

the man in yellow exclaimed.

"Agreed!"

the man of the Vasteras Holy Land replied with clarity and firmness in his voice.

Both teams of the Vasteras Holy Land and Sikong Clan simultaneously sprinted to the old palace situated on a crater, as if they

heard a signal gunshot for the start of a marathon.

"We're taking over the palace from now. Stay away from this place, all of you, or we will kill you! You do not want the people of

your sect to be punished, do you?"

This cfrom the man in yellow, his voice as loud as the thunder. Even people thousands of meters away could hear every word

he uttered.

No one wanted to obey his order, including the other warriors and the beasts.

However, they felt helpless in the face of this powerful threat.

On the East Mainland, the Vasteras Holy Land and the Sikong Clan were undoubtedly superior to them.

To disobey their orders was to invite death at their doorstep.

Because if one did, the rebel, as well as the people of his sect and his clan, his friends and family included, would all be killed.

It seemed that the sky above them absorbed all the rain clouds with its sudden change to a grey palette.

The Vasteras Holy Land people and the Sikong Clan dashed into the sky

and arrived at the old palace in record time.

The warriors and the beast race dispersed all at once.

It was a collective sentiment to leave as soon as possible and to not wait for death to befall them.

Anyway, there would be nothing useful left for them from the magical treasure hunt.

And if there were, what use would that have if they, the warriors and the beast race, were all killed?

"My friend, let's go take a look inside,"

said an old man in grey to the man in yellow of the Sikong Clan. As it turned out, the old man was from the Vasteras Holy Land.

"Very well. Please, after you,"

the man in yellow replied.

The two men stepped forward. Then, with a flicker of light that was almost unnoticeable, they disappeared at the old palace's gate.

They got inside in an instant!

"Ugh, those two masters at the Minor-perfection Realm are really terrifying,"

the FlEmperor said in Austin's Soul Sea. The slight tremble in his voice hinted on fear.

"So these two men are at the Minor-perfection Realm?"

Austin asked. Their momentum was strong, heavy, and definite. Of course, he had to size up them based on keen observation.

Although the two men spoke scarcely, their words were like daggers that seemingly inhibited people's movements and their ability

to breathe.

It seemed the two of them together owned the whole world.

Everyone thought these two men could rule the world because they had mastered harnessing all their skills.

"Yes, Austin. They are both at the Minor-perfection Realm,"

the FlEmperor sighed in response.

"lI am getting the hang of how powerful a master at the Minor-perfection Realm is,"

Austin said, staring at the gate of the old palace with his fists clenched tightly and his teeth gritted intensely.

The FlEmperor had once speculated that the South Marine Saint who had taken Austin's two fiances was at the Minor-

perfection Realm.

Now, Austin had seen in the flesh the power of two masters at the realm. This could be good for him.

Studying the strengths of his enemies would allow him to trace their weaknesses as well. Then, he would obtain a more

sophisticated discernment to cultivate himself harder. This could be his best preparation at finally saving his fiancees.

'l won't stop until I'm stronger than them.

They will bow down to me. | promise, '

Austin said to himself.

The queen, who was standing beside Austin, sensed his sudden somber mood.

"Austin, don't let go of hope.

You will see Ivy and Sue again. One day,"

she said to Austin with tenderness and care, while she slightly caressed his shoulder.

"Yes, | will!"

Austin was more determined than ever.