The Supreme God of Martial Arts

With a sneer, Austin stood motionless watching the disciples from different sects coming towards him.

Three thousand puppets under his control suddenly gathered around him.

These puppets were as strong as cultivators at the Divine Bridge Realm.

"Move!"

With a single motion of his hand and the sound of his commanding voice, the puppets heeded his order and attacked his enemies.

There were but a few hundred disciples coming from different top-tier sects. The puppets overwhelmed them as expected.

The worst part was that the puppets were difficult opponents because each of their powers rivaled that of the Divine Bridge Realm

cultivator.

"Oh my god! What's going on? Who are these people?!"

"They're puppets! Where the hell did they cfrom?"

By the mere sight of the puppets, a majority of the cultivators who intended to take Austin's life ran with their tails tucked between

their legs.

"I'm not letting any of you get away," Austin snorted coldly.

There was a sinister look in his eyes and a sardonic smile on his lips.

Under his command, five thousand demonic beasts showed up. They rushed towards the disciples from the three holy lands, the

three prominent clans and sfirst-class sects.

Austin now had an army which was comprised of three thousand puppets and five thousand diabolic beasts.

Pursued by Austin's troops, the disciples from those top sects were killed one after the other.

Their terrified screams echoed throughout the square. Cries of agony and wails of dying men ringed through the ears of everyone

who heard it.

They wanted to flee but failed miserably.

Caught unawares, they were easily surrounded by puppets and diabolic beasts before they could even make their escape.

Eight thousand puppets and diabolic beasts fought a few hundred cultivators. There was an enormous gap in numbers between the

two forces. There was no doubt that the former was going to win the battle.

Moments later, each and every one of Austin's enemies had fallen, all except for five people.

The survivors included the Holy Heritor of the Ji Clan, Max Ji; the Holy Son of the Rudimentary Holy Land, Dave Huang; the Holy Son

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of the Arcane Holy Land, Stephen Zhou; the Holy Daughter of the Arcane Holy Land, Polly Yuan and the Holy Heritor of the Shen

Clan, Belinda Shen.

"Austin, you cold-blooded murderer," Max bellowed.

Looking at the corpses of the Ji Clan disciples, he trembled with indescribable anger.

He was also in grave danger now. He had his hands full taking on more than five hundred puppets and a thousand diabolic beasts.

Even though he had cultivated the Dark Scripture and was incredibly powerful, he could barely defend himself.

Overwhelmed by thousands of puppets and diabolic beasts, the other four survivors were also posed with a disadvantage.

Staring at the enormous number of puppets and diabolic beasts, the other cultivators who were watching the fight froze in terror.

After all, there were three thousand puppets which could match Divine Bridge Realm cultivators and five thousand diabolic beasts

which were as strong as Bitter Sea Realm cultivators.

None of the cultivators understood why these puppets and diabolic beasts which were supposed to be in the Spiritual Tower

suddenly turned up here.

But they guessed it had something to do with Austin.

At the sight of this anomaly, Stacy, Peacock Princess, Belle, and Bray were too shocked to utter a word.

When all the cultivators thought that the five survivors couldn't hold on any longer, a thundering voice cfrom the distant sky.

"I'm warning you, Austin. Stop this at once!"

As everyone looked at the direction where the voice cfrom, they caught sight of two figures. They were too far away to be

recognized.

With the two figures approaching, the enormous vital energy force they released occupied the whole space and reached Austin.

‘They're undoubtedly powerful. Even though they are still far away, | could already feel their vital energy force from this distance, '

Austin thought, narrowing his eyes at the two newcomers.

"Austin, they are Minor-perfection Realm masters. Get out of here right now.

Even if we outnumber them, we stand no chance of defeating them," Peacock Princess told Austin through her spiritual sense.

She sounded worried.

'So they're Minor-perfection Realm masters, ' Austin thought.

Since his cultivation base was low, he couldn't see through their vital energy realms.

'l guess it's tforto leave, *

Austin decided.

He realized that more strong cultivators from different top sects would chere to deal with him any minute soon.

Without any hesitation, he summoned the Spiritual Pot and controlled it to hit the spiritual souls of the five survivors one by one.

In a matter of seconds, Max, Stephen, Polly, Dave, and Belinda let out screams of pain.

Before Austin summoned the Spiritual Pot to hit them, they struggled to ward off the attacks from hundreds of puppets and

demonic beasts.

It was impossible for them to fight off the powerful Spiritual Pot while handling a horde of strong foes.

Not long after, they were badly wounded.

Upon seeing this, Austin formed five huge palms with his vital energy. He directed the palms to capture them. Since they had

already sustained serious injuries, they could not do anything to resist and were captured by Austin.

Austin sealed their vital energies before transporting his five captives into the Slave Tower.

He sent the Holy Son of the Vasteras Holy Land into the Slave Tower moments ago.

Austin intended to hold them instead of taking their lives because he thought they could still prove useful for him.

After all, a Holy Son, Holy Daughter or Holy Heritor meant a lot to a sect or a clan.

By this point, two people landed on the square.

They were middle-aged men, and they both exuded a powerful vibe. They swept their cold gazes through the heap of dead bodies

on the ground.

These corpses were the disciples from the three holy lands, the three prominent clans and several first-class sects.

"Austin, they are the stewards of the Vasteras Holy Land. They are terrifyingly powerful.

Your puppets and diabolic beasts might not be able to defeat them. Find a way out," Stacy suggested, looking at the two stewards.

Stacy looked as if she'd seen a ghost because of how afraid she was.

Those cultivators who watched the fight held their breaths as they saw the two middle-aged men.

The steward of a holy land had a high status in the East Mainland.

Even the leaders of the second-class, third-class and fourth-class sects treated them with respect.

No wonder these young cultivators were in awe of the two middle-aged men.

The two stewards of the Vasteras Holy Land glanced at the crowd before they settled their eyes on Austin.

"You are young but ruthless. You're a killer.

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Release the Holy Son of our Vasteras Holy Land.

Destroy your own cultivation base and cwith us.

Don't get clever or try to play games. We will not be made fools," said one of the stewards.

He looked at Austin as if there were daggers coming out of his eyes.

"If you cooperate, we might show you smercy and keep you alive for a few days.

If you resist, | will torture you in the most wretched and miserable way possible,"

the other steward threatened, with an impassive look at Austin.

With their hands behind their backs, the two stewards released tremendous vital energy force on Austin.

Austin struggled to move; he felt like he was buried under a mountain.

Even his own vital energy stopped running inside him.

'Minor-perfection Realm masters are really something, '

Austin commented inwardly.

It was a relief to him that one of the stewards was at the preliminary stage of Minor-perfection Realm and the other was at the

medium stage of Minor-perfection Realm.

"Austin is over!

The crowd shared the sthought ever since the arrival of the two stewards of the Vasteras Holy Land.

"Screw you! You think you're strong just because you're at the Minor-perfection Realm? You even threatenedto destroy my

cultivation base by myself.

| will destroy yours first!"

Austin bellowed abruptly.

After these words cout of his mouth, three figures that emitted golden lights turned up and stood in front of him.

They were the three puppets made of golden crystal that Austin had been rewarded on the seventh floor of the Slave Tower.

Each golden crystal puppet was as strong as a cultivator who was at the medium stage of Minor-perfection Realm.

Moreover, even masters who had reached the premium stage of Minor-perfection Realm couldn't destroy them.

In a split second, the three puppets charged at the two stewards from the Vasteras Holy Land.