The Supreme God of Martial Arts

All the cultivators there stared at Austin as their eyes lit up with excitement.

"I had no idea this guy had such precious treasures. He looks like a nobody,"

the young man in gray clothes said, staring suspiciously at Austin.

The young man was Ezra Xiao, a talented student from the Blue Dragon School Austin remembered meeting him a while ago.

He could sense that Ezra and other cultivators there were most interested in his divine silkworm.

"Guys, he somehow managed to get seawater of the Immortal Burial Sea. That's unheard of!

He must have used the gourd cask that is in his hand to collect it," a twelve-year-old boy piped up, staring at the Sky-devouring

Gourd Cask in Austin's hand.

He was the Holy Son of the Black Inferno Sect.

"You have a point!"

Immediately, the gazes of all the cultivators rested on the gourd cask. Austin pulled it closer to his chest.

"Is the gourd cask an amazing treasure too?"

another young man asked, eyeing it carefully.

"And what about the herbal pot? It's so heavy! It must be an amazing magic treasure. He just killed so many people using it with

hardly any effort," another strong cultivator cut in, staring at the Pot of Chaos in Austin's hand.

Feeling worried, Austin took a step back. He was prepared to hide his treasures and run if he didn't have any other choice.

"You're right. This is the pot that can win against a cultivator at the Heavenly Grotto Realm,"

the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect said, narrowing his eyes.

Austin had known this would be brought up eventually. After all, he had killed Elder Cowell of the Unworldly Sect in the desert with

the help of his Pot of Chaos. The young man was the son of the leader of the Unworldly Sect who had fled using the Teleportation

Rune.

He must have been the person that told the Holy Son about what Austin had done.

Over the last few days, Austin had been cleverly avoiding the people of the Unworldly Sect who had been trying to hunt him down.

He was hated among the people and they wanted to kill him in the most violent way possible.

The Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect had never expected to meet Austin here, and even though he knew what Austin had done to

the members of his sect, he waited patiently for the right moment to attack him.

Since Austin possessed so many powerful treasures and weapons, it would be foolish to assthat just because he was at the

medium stage of Minor-perfection Realm, that he would be weaker.

He had taken down Elder Cowell using the seawater of the Immortal Burial Sea, so he was not to be underestimated. The Holy Son

was determined to be smarter than Elder Cowell had been.

He had a plan. The mention of the Sky-devouring Gourd Cask was made on purpose.

Once the strong cultivators had interest in Austin's treasures, they would all band together to fight him. Then the Holy Son would

be able to bring Austin's dead body back to his people.

Like he had expected, all the cultivators were looking at Austin with jealously in their eyes.

"He has the divine silkworm, a gourd cask which can contain the water of the Immortal Burial Sea, that strange heavy herbal pot,

and dozens of gallons of the divine wine. This brat has so many treasures,"

Ezra said accusingly, pointing at Austin.

"Brat, I'll gladly take that gourd cask off of you," a cold voice said that sent shivers down Austin's spine.

He turned to look over his shoulder.

Standing in the doorway of the lowest room was a dark figure.

Austin could see that it was a young man with a pale face. His eyes were sunken in his skull so he resembled a corpse. As they

made eye contact, Austin felt a second round of shivers cascade down his spine.

"No way. It's the Holy Son of the Nether Sect," someone whispered.

It echoed through the room in the silence but the Holy Son of the Nether Sect ignored it.

"Giveyour gourd cask," he demanded.

His eyes never parted from the Sky-devouring Gourd Cask in Austin's hand as he extended his hand and gestured for Austin to

place the gourd cask in it.

"I'd be careful if | were you, friend. This brat is young but he is tricky. He's killed many people using his treasures.

Perhaps we could team up and kill him. Then we could share his treasures among us. After that, we can fight over the ultimate

magical treasure,"

the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect suggested.

As if on cue, the others started closing in around Austin.

The incentive of the treasures was too great and they had forgotten how powerful he was.

'Oh, shit. This is not good. They are working together.

The Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect wants to avenge the death of Elder Cowell. He's going to kill me, ' Austin mused with a frown.

His eyes surveyed the room, searching for an escape if he needed one.

He didn't want to run and look like a coward but these people were powerful cultivators.

If he had wanted to, he could have easily defeated a handful of them, but he wasn't strong enough to combat all of them at once.

Luckily, Austin still possessed the seawater of the Immortal Burial Sea, which it seemed they had forgotten.

The Sky-devouring Gourd Cask had almost infinite internal space, and Austin had put at least thousands of gallons of sea water of

the Immortal Burial Sea into it.

Austin had decided how he would defeat all these enemies. 'Once they get close enough together, | will bury them in seawater.

Even if they don't all immediately perish, | will have tto run away."

The cultivators stopped walking and stood in rows in front of him. They looked menacing but Austin kept his composure. They

didn't know what he had up his sleeve.

"I'm not gonna repeat it again. Givethat gourd cask now," the Holy Son of the Nether Sect ordered, holding his hand out more

aggressively.

When Austin didn't move, he reached for one of his own weapons.

The other cultivators prepared for battle; however, the white-haired old man had taken this opportunity to make a dash towards

the weapon shelf.

His wrinkly hand reached for the three ultimate magical treasures.

While everyone's attention was focused on Austin, he intended to steal them and leave undetected.

Bang!

Before his fingertips could make contact with the treasures, several strong cultivators had run towards him and blasted him with

powerful vital energy. He avoided the attack but retreated to the corner of the room.

Getting the sidea, several more cultivators rushed towards the weapon shelf and tried to get the treasures first.

Compared to Austin's treasures, the ultimate magical treasures were even more attractive to them.

An ultimate magical treasure could make a sect more powerful, so nothing could outrank it.

The ones who were still approaching Austin stopped and thought it over. One by one, they decided that the ultimate magical

treasures were more important and walked away.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The weapon shelf was surrounded once again with shoving people and

before long, battles had broken out again.

Afraid he wouldn't reach the treasures in time, Austin dashed forward to join them.

Out of the blue, a golden halberd lifted into the air behind Austin and pointed at him.

Like lightning, it aimed and flew for the back of his skull.

Austin dodged the sharp halberd at the last second. Sighing angrily, he grabbed the Pot of Chaos and used it to send the halberd

flying back at its owner.

The Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect smiled wildly at Austin as he caught the halberd in his right hand. Austin's jaw dropped. Instead

of throwing it again, the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect pointed it upwards and bright runes rose out of it and covered the ceiling.

"You can't get away with killing the elder and disciples of my sect. Pay with your life!"

the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect declared coldly.

Bang!

He followed his words with another attack. The golden halberd in his hand glistened as he swung it at Austin. So much energy

flowed from the weapon that the force of it almost knocked Austin over.

"Hand over that gourd cask!"

the gloomy voice of the Holy Son of the Nether Sect said over the noise of the battles.

The smell of death followed him as he approached Austin, making Austin's nose wrinkle in disgust. A whipping sound cut through

the air as a dark chain flung out from the middle of the Holy Son of the Nether Sect's body. A black stream of light hit the ceiling

and directed towards Austin.

At the stime, two powerful cultivators tackled Austin, knocking him off his feet. The black light pounded the floor where he

had been standing seconds ago.

Angered, Austin enlarged his right arm to its full potential and grabbed his Pot of Chaos. He quickly crushed the two cultivators who

had tackled him with it.

Clung! Clung!

The golden halberd and the black chain had both swung at him and hit the Pot of Chaos at the stwith a loud noise.

Due to the impact, Austin was forced to take several steps backward.

‘They are amazing..."

Austin thought to himself, staggering to stand straight.

‘Now | see why they were qualified to be the Holy Sons of the two old, influential sects in the Middle Pilgrim Land. My Pot of Chaos

won't be strong enough to fight them off."

While he did his best to ward off the dark chain using his pot, the Holy Son of the Nether Sect released the aura of death that

surrounded Austin and began to hit him.

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