The Supreme God of Martial Arts

As the old man's voice reverberated in the air, his gaunt palm emerged from the depths of the chaotic void and reached across the

vastness of the universe.

Bang! Bang! Bang

As soon as the hand so much as grazed them, the otherwise fearssoldiers of the army of the dead exploded and disintegrated

into nothing

Chace felt a chill wash over him as he watched the obliteration of his troops. "Fall back!"

he shouted to the corpse soldiers outside the city walls, his steely voice cutting through the distant blasts.

As his command swept through the ranks, the low rumble of the army's retreating footsteps began.

The rumbling quickly turned into a thunderous roar as tide after tide of corpse soldiers stampeded back into the dark city.

But the old man's palm followed closely at their feet, effortlessly catching up to them.

The ranks of the corpse soldiers continued to be decimated as the hand swept through them.

In an instant, almost half of the force was wiped out.

Even the most formidable of the dark army, the grim reapers with their soul-harvesting sickles, proved no match.

Each of them had power enough to take on up to six sect ancestors. But the mighty palm simply swatted the reapers down like

insects.

Everyone who witnessed the scene was stunned.

The old man's might exceeded all imagination.

Among those dazed at what they just saw was the leader of the Heavenly Palace.

He had always prided himself for being renowned as this universe's strongest warrior.

But in this moment, he knew, without question, that if he ever found himself at odds with the old man, he would not be able to

withstand even a single blow.

He took solace in the thought that the old man, born at least thousands of years earlier than him, would naturally be thousands of

years ahead in expertise.

His reveries were broken by the sound of the old man's hand slamming right outside the walls of the dark city.

Boom!

The impact caused the city to shake. As if summoned by the trembling sound, a black fog started to spread. It grew thicker and

rose higher until it spewed like boiling water. Millions of black runes emerged and floated above the city, glowing with a black light.

Each rune blazed with the terrifying energy of a dark sun.

It was at this moment that the mighty palm swung over the city.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The runes exploded one after another, each one emitting piercing rays of black light aimed at the intruder.

The hand appeared to be unscathed from the attack, but it slowly moved back down.

The mighty palm slammed against the city walls and remained at rest for a while.

A stalemate in the battle appeared to have been reached.

"Huh! So the netherworld has decided to put their most precious card into play. How unexpected."

The old man, deep in the chaotic void, snorted. Half an hour passed before he decided to withdraw his hand.

In that half hour, Chace, Ervin and the other black-robed men remained standing at the city ramparts, waiting anxiously for the old

man's next move.

A relieved thrill ran across the assembly as the old man's hand slowly retracted until it disappeared.

Now that the danger was gone, the frightened chattering broke out. Even Ervin, known for his arrogance, was unnerved.

"That was terrifying! Who in hell was that damned old man?" he exclaimed, a tremble in his voice.

Ervin turned to look at the pale faces of his companions. "Send a message back. Let's find out everything we can about this old

man,"

he ordered, his face grim.

"Your Highness, it appears that we aren't able to deal with this old bastard for now. Perhaps it would be best for us to stay inside

the Black Hell City. We cannot afford to act recklessly,"

one of his black-robed counselors responded.

Ervin heeded the advice and nodded in agreement.

All of a sudden, the leader of the Heavenly Palace called out to announce his presence, "Forgive my intrusion, sir. This is Ansell, the

head of the Heavenly Palace."

"It's a great pleasure to meet you, sir," he continued.

In a flash, Ansell entered the chaotic void. He strode toward the old man and bowed low.

Ansell had been so impressed with the old man's power that he wasted no ttrying to establish contact.

"So his nis Ansell!" People around whispered under their breath.

After all, hardly anyone had seen the leader of the Heavenly Palace in person before, and they didn't know his real nwas

Ansell neither.

The old man, however, seemed uninterested in engaging in diplomacy. "So after all these millennia, the netherworld's ambitions

are still destroying the balance of the universe."

Before Ansell could respond, the old man added, "I already smell blood and this is not gonna end well. Act with caution and protect

yourself."

The old man sighed, as if foreseeing the bad things to come.

His ominous words were meant as a warning not just for Ansell but for the entire universe.

The chaotic void where the old man stood started to vibrate as space-tdisintegrated. A blinding light flashed around him.

The light cleared to reveal the old man was gone.

"Sir, please! The corpse soldiers are spreading throughout the universe! The destruction is getting direr by the day! Please, help

us!"

Ansell pleaded desperately and repeatedly to the air, to no avail.

He could only stare at the roiling chaotic void where the old man stood just moments before.

Even as he continued calling out to the old man, it was dawning on Ansell that he was not coming back.

In the end, all there was to do was leave the chaotic void and return to the Real Space.

BOOM!

The universe broken by Ansell and Chace crackled as it slowly began to repair itself.

The newly formed space barriers were melding and integrating into one another, starting to take a more solid form.

As with most things, however, the healing would take a long time.

Austin, too, had wanted to enter the chaotic void to seek out the old man. But he hesitated at the thought that the old man did not

seem the type to welcoutsiders.

The hesitation soon turned decisive.

It was probably the old man's choice to cut all contact with others, Austin thought. Such a hermit would probably have an

unpredictable temper with strangers.

In the worst case scenario, Austin might just even end up earning the old man's ire. Imagining this outcome, Austin decided it was

best to give up on the idea of visiting the old man and just leave him be.

Meanwhile, the massive army of the dead had just completed its retreat into the dark city.

The mysterious black clouds continued to shroud the looming fortress.

The city remained imposing and impenetrable.

After all, even the old man was unable to break through its walls.

This was but another testament to the city's indestructibility.

Outside the city walls, Ansell stood his ground and glared up at the towering city.

"Ghosts of the netherworld! Cout and fight!"

Ansell shouted at the fortress in a bid to provoke its occupants.

The ensuing sound waves slammed into the city walls, punctuated by rolling thunder and cracks of lightning.

But the city remained silent, shrouded in the turbulent black mist like a colossal beast hiding in the shadows.

"Cout and fight me!" Ansell challenged.

"Where's your fucking arrogance now? Cout, you goddamned cowards!"

Behind him, denizens from the other worlds started to join in the clamor.

The creatures pointed their fingers and raised their fists at the dark city, demanding a confrontation and hurling insults.

The beings spat out vicious curses from their ugly, putrid mouths.

Half a day passed like this, with the city remaining unmoved, offering no answers.

There was no one to heed the mob. Even those on the city ramparts had long taken refuge deep inside the walls.

His anger finally spent, Ansell called out to his companions. "Let's leave them, for now."

He raised his hand and motioned for the mob to fall back and retire for the day.

Soon, the battlefield was once again cleared as the creatures from the various realms departed.

While the noise died down outside, curses were also ringing out inside the dark city.

"Damn it! So until now, nobody could tellwhere this old man cfrom?

We lost almost half our forces to him, and we still know nothing about him? This is unacceptable!"

Ervin was fuming with rage.

"Your Highness, that old man is beyond our reckoning. Our current forces are too small to withstand him.

Perhaps, it is high tto report this to the superior. He may be able to send us more elite troops.

Otherwise, this may hamper our hunts across the universe, and our search for Peterson's treasures,"

a black-robed counselor reminded Ervin.

Ervin nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right.

Our leader should send help. The only reason I'm here in the first place is to satisfy him and oversee the search for those damned

treasures."

He straightened up and cto a decision. "Very well, then. We shall push through and finish what we chere to do, without

fail.

| shall call on our leader right away for assistance,"

Ervin answered and resolved.

Outside the dark city, Ansell and the denizens from thousands of other worlds continued to keep a close watch on the fortress, as

they had done for the last dozen days.

Ansell ordered the most brilliant sect ancestors and the most skilled experts from across the universe to set up a dense barricade

of arrays just outside the city walls and the black fog.

The arrays were meant to trap the army of the dead once and for all inside their damned city.

Countless volunteers from other worlds had joined in the cause, bringing with them all the resources and manpower they could

contribute.

Boom!

Array flags rose and landed where the black mist ended, as plentiful and as close together as raindrops.

The high-level arrays formed a fortress of its own outside the area of the black mist, sealing it entirely.

The walls of arrays were made of such a vast amount of sturdy materials that even Ansell himself eventually found it hard to move

in and out of it.

Ansell was finally satisfied with this development. He ordered the armies from the various worlds to fall back and stay on the

sidelines.

The only ones he ordered to remain on the battlefield were the best martial arts masters, to monitor the corpse soldiers' next

movements.

Austin gathered the troops of the Immortal End Alliance back to their warships and soon took off for the Immortal End World.

Among the forces were Damon and the Evil Shadow King, who were secretly escorting Austin. Once the ships safely neared the

Immortal End World, however, the clandestine guards bid farewell.

As the escorts left, the warships continued to sail across the universe toward the Immortal End World.

A mysterious observer let out a malevolent laugh at the sight.

"Welcto your death, Austin."

The cold, echoing laughter followed in the wake of those warships sailing to the Immortal End World.

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