The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Hearing the rapid and heavy steps outside the cave, Austin felt chills and his whole body broke into a cold sweat.

He knew that the ten corpse generals were on their way and would arrive any minute.

Austin had to think fast under the circumstances. It suddenly dawned on him that he needed capture their leader first. Clearly, the corpse generals were under the command of someone from the Ghost Sect. As long as he could subdue the person leading the group, he would have the situation under control.

He then came up with a two-step plan. For his first plan of attack he sent five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles from the Soul Sea and aimed directly for the head of the Altar Owner of the Ghost Sect.

At the same time, Austin set in motion his second phase of the attack. In a sneak attack he suddenly brandished his Twin Shadow Blades and began to attack the Altar Owner from a distance in quick successions, with his movements hard to keep up with, since he was attacking from both sides simultaneously.

While he was attacking with the swords, he also used the Wind-commanding Skill and moved himself closer to the Altar Owner, as he was able to move 30 meters in one step. The whole width of the cave was merely around dozens of meters. So it only took Austin a mere second to get there.

All the Altar Owner could employ was defensive moves since the young man was too fast for him. From his analysis he was at a disadvantage since he had no time to make his own attack and he knew that the situation was getting worse when he saw Austin's body moving at the speed of lightning. After all, he had already experienced Austin's power and expertise in battle just now.

The Altar Owner employed the only strategy he could master at the moment. He turned the vital energy around in his body to form a protective cover and rushed toward the outside, in an effort to try and assemble the corpse generals. He assumed that as long as he could join the corpse generals, he wouldn't need to be scared of the young man whose powers were beyond measure, since he had the numbers to his advantage.

However, at that very moment, before the Altar Owner of the Ghost Sect could move, he suddenly felt five needles trying to intrude and pierce his Soul Sea. All of a sudden his spiritual souls were in a race for their survival and being attacked fiercely in the Soul Sea.

It would be a fatal blow if the spiritual souls got hurt. Thus the Altar Owner of the Ghost Sect had to drop everything else and give the Soul Sea his complete attention.

His spiritual souls were currently having a cat and mouse race with the five iron needles at a full sprint.

Since Austin's spiritual sense power was way more powerful than before, not to mention that he had already reached the second level of the Spiritual Sense Flying Needle Skill and could send out five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles at one go. So the Altar Owner was no match for him even with the knowledge of a certain level of the spiritual sense power.

While the Altar Owner was occupied with fighting the Spiritual Sense Flying Needle that Austin had dispatched with all his strength, Austin had made significant progress with his sword attacks. In a few seconds, he had made short work of the hands and feet of the Altar Owner and ruptured his tendons.

The Altar Owner's hands were off the shoulder socket at a grotesque angle. His quadriceps, the muscles right above his kneecaps, were also ruptured instantly immobilizing his feet. He fell to the ground in a heap of excruciating pain.

Then Austin lifted the Alter Owner in a choke hold without any efforts.

The Altar Owner clawed at Austin's arm, with his eyes bulging out. He was furious and frightened, with his body shaking uncontrollably since he felt as if his lungs would bust out of his chest for a lack of oxygen. He was trying to say something, although all that could be heard coming from his mouth were short gasps and incomprehensible noises.

Right at that moment, the ground to the entrance of the cave trembled as a stampede of footsteps could be heard with a cloud of distant dust rolling up towards the cave. Even though Austin could not see through the thick dust that had covered the entrance of the cave, he knew that the ten corpse generals had finally gotten in.

They glared hysterically at Austin with their bloodthirsty, inhuman and decayed-looking eyes darting around in an effort to stay focused. Their rotten flesh smell permeated and grew stronger as they gradually surrounded Austin, producing inhumane growls and breathing heavily.

Austin felt nervous after seeing the creepy corpse generals at close quarters. Nonetheless, with the Altar Owner in his grasp, he was assured of his safety for the time being.

"You... bastard... ..., I... or... order... you, to... to let... gasp..., let... go of me..., gak... argh, or... the corpse generals... will tear you... tear you apart, argh..." The Altar Owner mumbled trying to threaten Austin. His face which had lost all color suddenly became red because of the sudden rush of blood caused by excitement at the realization that the corpse generals had finally arrived.

Austin had a humorless sly smile as he increased his vice-like grip on the Altar Owner's neck, which made the Altar Owner thrash his feet. The Altar Owner couldn't utter another word now and there were only grunts coming out of his mouth.

"Is that so? Do you think you can threaten me now? Fine. Just let your ghost like friends attack me. We shall see who's the one that's gonna die first. Me, or you.

You know that | can kill you with a single pinch, right?" Austin said while staring at the Altar Owner with a disdainful look in his eyes. However, despite the display of bravado, Austin knew that his actions were just a gamble and if he was wrong things could go very badly for him.

He bet that the Altar Owner was a coward who would surrender if his life was threatened. Thus Austin loosened his hand on the Altar Owner's neck hoping that he was sufficiently scared.

"Eh-hem, eh-hem, eh-hem." The Altar Owner cleared his throat.

"Ha-ha, boy, so you think I'm a coward, right? No way! I'll never be frightened by someone like you! I'll let those ten corpse generals tear you to pieces in revenge before | beg you for mercy. Just kill me!" The Altar Owner gritted his teeth and said with a malicious expression in his eyes.