The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Millions of people flocked the gate of the Celestial Palace, evidently oblivious of the situation.

Their heads turned from left to right, checking others who might possibly have any idea of what was happening.

"What's going on?! Why am | here? I still want to look for treasures!" squeried in slight panic and intrusiveness.

"I just found a valuable item, and | was about to get it. But now, | was sent out! This is so annoying!"

whined one of the others who were clearly frustrated with being kicked out of the palace.

Celestial Palace was indeed hto various rare treasures. And those people had just ransacked most of them after pillaging the

place.

Peterson the Taoist Ancestor, had been one of the invincible figures in many universes. The wealth and treasures he had collected

in his entire life were beyond calculation.

Even sof the items trivial to him could stir a ruckus among ordinary cultivators, lest those that were considered valuable to

him.

"Let's give it a shot and see if we can get inside it again!"

sof the greedy ones proposed, still hoping to ravage the palace to the brim.

Unfortunately for them, the gate had already been shut close.

But the masters, whose ideal was not to give up, tried their mightiest to pull it open.

To their dismay, a formidable energy surged out of the door even before they could touch it.

This energy turned them into a bloody mist, drifting horribly at them.

"Whoa! That was scary!"

With hands on their beating chest, every single one of them was startled.

"Letgive it a shot!" a tall, brawny man yelled suddenly.

With his sturdy arms and fist, he strode forward and punched the gate of the Celestial Palace.

His beaming fist released terrifying energy that expanded in the surrounding space. Most of his fellow cultivators were slightly

impressed, narrowing their eyes while a grin was painted on their lips.

The muscled volunteer packed a wallop, obviously matching a sect ancestor.

Boom! Glowing runes suddenly flashed on the gate, and waves of energy surged out of it, charging directly at the bulky man.

All it took was a horrifying scream, and the brave master was blown up. His flesh and blood blasted out and was thrown in every

direction.

Upon seeing this, the rest fell into utter silence, taking one aggressive gulp. Internally, sof them were really thankful to not

volunteer and suffer the sfate.

A great master, who was at par with a sect ancestor, was just killed in a heartbeat--by nothing but a tremendous wave of energy.

"Just give up. No one in this universe can break into the palace once the door is closed.

This treasure hunting is officially over," a bony elder broke the deafening silence.

This man was none other than Celestial Psychic Campbell.

Even the top masters, including the leader of the Heavenly Palace and the leader of the Yaksha Palace, had their mouths shut,

recognizing that they could not break through the gate even if they tried.

"Con! Let's go back," one of them said in a disappointing tone, shaking his head as he looked down.

Reluctant as they were, the people from different worlds gradually took their leave with a heavy heart.

However, sof them stayed in the Celestial Continent, still searching everywhere to see if they could find any treasures left

behind.

And yet again to another disappointment, there were no valuable items except for the several ruins here and there.

Meanwhile, on the coast of the continent, people from different origins fought over those boats in the sea of stars.

Those who were stronger got their hands on the vessels and immediately sailed away, leaving behind those unlucky and weaker

cultivators.

Austin had been searching for the group from the underworld after leaving the palace.

He jumped from one place to another, hoping to catch any sign of them, but found nothing. It seemed like they had really left the

Celestial Continent.

‘Looks like I will have to pay a visit to the underworld."

Austin clenched his fists, furrowing his brows while his eyes were filled with killing intent.

At that moment, several figures spotted Austin with their spiritual sense. With a malicious grin, they stared at him from a distance.

Austin, although quite fuming mad at the point, immediately noticed their presence as he looked towards their direction.

Those figures were the leaders of Yaksha Palace, the Sword Palace, the Heavenly Palace, and the owner of the Star Island--all of

which were Austin's beloved enemies.

Austin frowned. 'These masters are going to make a move againstat any moment now.

They have their eyes on the Taoist robe and two natural vessels of immortal energy.

Moreover, the eight holy trees are also with me.

They are surely after these valued treasures.

Well, these things are mine and they can never take them away.

Just one wrong move, and | will certainly not let them go easily!"

Austin sneered inwardly, eyeing those masters with his intense, sharp eyes.

Soon, most of those left behind on the shores found their boats and began to cross the sea.

One after another, they left the Celestial Continent with a slightly heavy heart.

"I have been here for so long. | feel a little sad now that I'm leaving," Sherman uttered as it gazed at the horizon.

Together with the other three holy trees, it had wandered around on the Celestial Continent for quite stand had grown to

love the place.

Living here with Peterson had surely left a significant mark on them, the reason why they were quite reluctant to leave.

"Con, Sherman, don't be so sentimental. What's good about this shitty place?"

the suprholy tree urged, trying to comfort its comrade.

In the end, Austin and his group were the last to leave the Celestial Continent.

He had searched for a long talong the coast and finally found a big ship, to which he and his crew boarded to sail away.

'What the hell?!

Few seconds into sailing and Austin suddenly raised his eyebrows.

'l can't take the power of faith with me. It lingers on the Celestial Continent, *

Austin thought, startled at this discovery.

He discovered that the power of faith had cout from the Taoist robe and drifted above the Celestial Continent.

Not a single shred of the power of faith was left on the Taoist robe!

Everything, including the power Austin had just acquired, was gone too.

"What the hell is all this?!"

Austin roared angrily, jabbing his fist on the railing of the ship.

"Taoist Ancestor had made an array to keep the power of faith from leaving the Celestial Continent.

You can't take it away with you.

If you want this robe to be useful, you'll have to take tto collect the power from other places from now on,"

Sherman explained after reading what was on Austin's mind.

"What?! No way!"

Austin exclaimed as he turned to Sherman with his eyes wide open.

He had thought the Taoist robe could be used as a fatal weapon to protect the Immortal End World.

But much to his utmost dismay, the power of faith could only rest on the territory of the Celestial Continent.

Suddenly, a big, serious problem befell on Austin.

'l severely wounded the leader of Yaksha Palace and the leader of Sword Palace and acquired rare treasures.

There is no doubt those top masters will keep their eyes on me.

Damn it! They might robof my treasures once | leave the small world.

What can | do to protect myself and my treasures?

Besides, Evil Shadow King and Damon were caught by the underworld troops. I'm not sure if | can save them with my current

strength.

Oh my god! It seems that things have gone completely out of control this time.

| can only play it by ear.

It looks like | can't rely too much on external force.

Improving my own strength is the most practical way.

Luckily, | still got the demonic avatar with me, '

Austin thought bitterly while prancing back and forth aboard the ship.

He had decided to hide into the chaotic void once he was out of this small world.

"Don't worry too much, kid. We have your back,"

the suprholy tree suddenly uttered while the young man was drowning in his own thoughts.

Apparently, it knew what Austin was worried about.

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