The Supreme God of Martial Arts

There was a great disparity in number as well as in strength. Thus, in more ways than one, it truly seemed that Austin had met his

end that day.

However, in spite of being surrounded by such a malicious crowd and facing twelve Primal Holy Realm masters, Austin still

remained peculiarly confident, and even quite serene. His vital energy was already in his Slaughtering Sword, making it apparent

that he was ready to kill and slaughter anyone who went against him.

"Everybody just calm down! Listen tobefore it's too late!" yelled the very old man.

The old man put a stop to the uproar of the crowd. Austin, like everyone else, turned his attention to the old man, and, for the first

time, he noticed that while the old man was only dressed in a simple but solemn gray robe, it seemed that this man was the man

in charge of the place.

Even though he looked weak and incompetent, the old man made himself heard by adding vital energy force to his voice. However,

this also made his voice sound unnatural -- it sounded more like thunder than a human's voice.

Austin fixed his gaze upon this old man who seemed to enjoy high prestige and command universal respect in the kingdom and

waited to hear what else the old man had to say.

As soon as the respected and revered old man spoke up, the crowd quieted down.

"Austin, listen to me. Neither | nor my people meant to cause you any harm. So now that you have already rescued your friends

from us, maybe it's tfor you to release our people as well. What do you say?"

We don't want to ask anything to offset the damage, but these people -- they are our families and friends. We must get them back

or our people will eat us alive.

Please release the hostages before things get even more out of control."

The old man's voice was deep and sincere.

"Don't play that card on me. | don't like it when you makeout to be the villain," said Austin so angrily that he almost laughed.

"You are such a hypocritical old fart, aren't you?

Your families and friends? You say it like they were weak women and children! No, the men | took away are all fierce and

bloodthirsty warriors! | defeated them so | keep them as my captives. What is so wrong about that? | never did anything to harm

them. | feed them. | keep them safe. Meanwhile, what have you and your so-called respectable families and reversed sects done to

my two friends? Not only are they covered in cuts and bruises, but you have also deprived them of them cultivation base that they

worked so hard for forever.

Do you think | am here to discuss and talk things through with you? If that's the case, then you're so wrong.

By now, we are long past the discussing and talking stage.

| chere for blood -- an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I'll get you back for what you did to my friends," said Austin

solemnly.

Then he burst out into a big laugh. The expression on his face was so creepy that the crowd got chills.

"Now tellwho did this to my friends. | am not going to ask again. Who is he?!"

Austin's eyes were sharp as a knife as he swept the crowd with his gaze.

"How dare you give us threats, you little shit? You are a dead man!" shouted a humiliated man from the crowd in fury.

His reckless words immediately ignited tensions among the people, and the crowd burst into an uproar again.

The man added, "Austin, you bastard! How dare you! | tortured your friends! | was the one who took away their cultivation

accumulation. And so what can you do about me?

You can't do anything about it because you are nothing but a useless pig. And your friends are shit-eating dogs! | am going to kill

all of you! | will skin you alive and turn you into a pig's chamber pot!

Give back our Kong Clan disciples! Not a single one of them should be missing, you little shit. Or else, | will kill you and shit in your

mouth as you die!"

The man talking shit was a strong warrior of about twenty five or twenty six years of age. His stature was akin to that of a bear.

And the halberd on his belt was shining with a chilling beam of light.

"l also tortured your friends! My nis Jasper.

Jasper Song. | am here to demand you to release our Miss Nora Song.

If you don't obey my order by your own will, | will make you."

Jasper was as soft and graceful as a young lady, and his voice also had an exquisite timbre to it.

"The Song Clan and the Kong Clan, huh? Just as I've been told," Austin said without a trace of surprise in his tone.

"Well, since you have admitted your crime, | will kill you two first."

Austin glared at the bear-sized man and Jasper with fire in his eyes.

Depriving a cultivator his entire cultivation base and accumulation was much crueler than merely killing the man because weak

and incapable warriors were like rabbits who had fallen into a hole full of predators.

Therefore, there was no way that Austin was going to let them live. It was the least he could do to take revenge for Evan and

Herbert since there wasn't anything anyone, not even Austin, could do to recover their lost cultivation base.

"Oh Austin, you are so arrogant. | hate you so much that | just want to drink your blood and eat your flesh.

You want to kill me? How hilarious.

Keep your eyes open and see what the situation is right now, you damned snob.

| think you'd better run for your life now. Be realistic, you asshole."

Jasper burst out into laughter.

His laughter sounded like a crying little girl -- shrill and high-pitched.

"Austin, | am just waiting for you to piss and shit yourself. Once that happens, then | am going to kill you," said the bear-like man,

whose nwas Nate Kong.

They were so confident that Austin could do nothing to them in front of that many master warriors given how heavily besieged

Austin was in that moment.