The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"Oh? It seems Dennis has already recovered from his injuries.

Then that means it's tfor us to settle scores with the Yaksha Palace once and for all."

Austin overheard the news as he drew nearer to the Immortal End World. His expression hardened. His voice sounded murderous.

When he discovered that the vanguards from the Yaksha Palace had confronted the Eight Stone Saints, he immediately rushed to

them.

Stars filled the night sky.

Below, two groups stood, facing against each other.

One of the groups was the Immortal End World led by the Eight Stone Saints.

The other group was from the Yaksha Palace. They wore armor made of fine bronze. Sheld a battle-axe in their hands, while

scarried a halberd on their backs. They glittered with hostility and danger.

"Are you the Eight Stone Saints of the Immortal End World? | guess | was expecting more from you, but instead, | am disappointed.

| heard that you are friends with Austin.

Then killing you would greatly sadden him."

A good-looking, young man stepped forward from the group. His clothes were pure white, and his face held a delicacy that could

rival any lady. But a cold smile marred his face.

The young man was strikingly handsome.

Beside him was an old man in a green robe. His face looked gloomy, but his eyes shone with ferocity.

"Damn it, you bitch! Cover here and I'll beat you to death!"

"How can you talk like that to us? You are neither a man nor a woman and yet you are arrogant."

The Eight Stone Saints were livid by the young man's insult.

"Mr. Marton, we can easily take down these ones. | will cut off their limbs and burn them like candles."

The handsyoung man glanced at his older companion. His expression cooled at the ridicule thrown at him.

"Mr. Sanford, they are merely ants. Why are you angry when we can simply crush them with our fingers?"

The old man smiled, not hiding his disdain from them.

With a flash of green light, the old man launched himself out of the crowd. Overwhelming energy poured out of him.

It becclear that he was a master who was as strong as any sect ancestor.

Instantly, the members of the Immortal End World found themselves unable to move. They were filled with such a heavy feeling

that they were paralyzed.

The Eight Stone Saints becanxious, giving a serious look on their faces.

It was a fact that the Eight Stone Saints were strong. Their level was high above the premium stage of Immortal Saint Realm. Even

Asa, Farrar, and Conor had already reached the perfect achievement stage of Immortal Saint Realm for a while.

If they grew any stronger, they could break through to the level of sect ancestors.

But for now, their skills were still not enough to defeat a sect ancestor.

"I really don't understand why the Yaksha Palace wastes tfighting the Immortal End World when they are nothing to us.

We could kill you all without lifting a finger. It seems our superiors have overestimated you too much!"

The old man taunted as he reached out to grab the Eight Stone Saints.

He unleashed a monstrous force that made the Eight Stone Saints turn pale.

At the stime, terrible sealing power surrounded the place.

"Damn it! Why don't we just go all out? If I'm going to die, then at least | die with my dignity,"

Asa roared, violent energy bursting out of his body, flooding out of him like the sea. It shot up to the sky until it formed a giant

pillar.

The remaining Stone Saints roared as well.

"Let's fight! Austin will avenge our deaths!"

All at the stime, the other seven Stone Saints erupted. Streaks of energy surged out of their bodies to create seven more

columns that extended up to the sky.

Then, their bodies began to burn bright like a blazing fire. It was as if eight war gods descended down unto their bodies.

Their blood essence continued to flare.

At that moment, the Eight Stone Saints were ready to fight until their last breath.

Asa looked back at the people from the Immortal End World behind him.

"Return immediately to the Immortal End World," he yelled.

"No! We will fight like you, and we are ready to give our lives to the Immortal End World."

These people had always been loyal to the Eight Stone Saints. They would not abandon them now in this battle.

Many of them cfrom the race of the spirit of holy stone.

The fighting spirit of the Eight Stone Saints was infectious. It made the members of the Immortal End World want to fight together

with them.

All men, regardless of their levels, started to ignite their blood essence.

Weak and strong alike burned bright.

They created a blaze that lit up the entire night sky.

Their roar echoed in the air.

A crack appeared on the sealing magic that the old man placed around them using his law power.

Under the full force of their power, they had temporarily broken it.

"Attack!"

The Eight Stone Saints knew that their words were useless in the face of the people's determination to fight so they charged

towards the old man in green with a fierce shout.

"Humph! A group of ants think they can attack me? How can you be so naive?"

The old man in green shook his head.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a strangely-shaped green Flood Dragon Scissors.

In a surge of green light, the Flood Dragon Scissors rushed forward. Its momentum turned it into a real huge green dragon. Clouds

and mist shrouded the creature, while thunder and lightning clashed in the sky. It let out a roar that shook the space.

The Flood Dragon Scissors was an extraordinary sight to behold. It was why the old man in green considered it his most precious

treasure.

The dragon bared its teeth to the Eight Stone Saints and charged towards them.

From miles away, Austin stood against the night sky, watching the whole event play out before him.

Austin was satisfied to see the determination of the Eight Stone Saints and the people of Immortal End World.

But he knew that their having the will to fight was not enough.

It would take more than that to stand against a sect ancestor level master.

The Eight Stone Saints were still no match for the old man in green.

"You fools! You will all die!"

The old man stood back to watch his green dragon. A wicked smile gleamed on his face.

"Don't kill them just yet, Mr. Marton. | still plan to hang them like lanterns and burn them alive."

The handsyoung man reminded the old man.

"Very well, Mr. Sanford. You can do whatever you want with them after."

The old man jested.

"You evil old man! How dare you hurt my people? You will pay for this!"

A voice broke out. It startled the old man. He looked around to search for whoever spoke up.

'What?'

The old man in green was confused.

"Get over here!" The old man soon turned livid.

Furious, the old man stretched out his arms and searched the area where Austin stood from miles away.

But something unexpected happened.

Bang!

A gigantic black iron rod magically appeared, looming over them in the sky.

Bang!

The black iron rod was brought down, smashing the old man into a meaty paste.

Everyone in the area was stunned.

They couldn't believe what had just happened. A dreadful chill ran through them as the scene unfolded before their eyes.

The great master was dead! He was smashed into a pulp in just a blink of an eye.

The huge black iron rod then shrunk back to its normal size.

It retreated back into the sky until it disappeared completely.

"Who did this?

How dare you kill a member of the Yaksha Palace! Who the hell did this? Show yourself!"

Livid, the young handsman searched frantically for the perpetrator.

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