The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"All right, we'll talk about it when we get back," Damian agreed. And then, he did something marvelous.

He waved his hand in a quick swish-and-flick motion, and the next moment, a piece of sanimal bone, carved with numerous

mysterious symbols, appeared in it. It somehow seemed to be filled with a sort of purplish light. It didn't stay that way for long.

Within seconds, it grew to more than twenty meters long and ten meters wide. And then it cto a rest in midair.

Though everyone was intrigued, they jumped inside it following Damian's lead.

Meanwhile, the men and women of the Deep Sea Commercial House were preparing to leave as well. But theirs was nothing as

exotic as a bone. It was a huge battleship that was gently swaying in the waters.

Before the battleship started on its journey, Stacy looked in the direction of the cultivators who had cthere from the Flame

Holy Land, and her eyes cto rest on Austin longingly.

Sensing her gaze, Austin turned around and gave her a gentle smile. They had shared an adventure together and it was sad to see

her leave.

"Will we ever see each other again?"

Austin suddenly heard Stacy's soft and expectant voice in his Soul Sea.

"Maybe. You never know what life has in store for us. If it's our destiny. We'll definitely see each other again,"

Austin assured her in a gentle voice.

"Let's not leave anything to chance. Here, I'll give you my token.

The Deep Sea Commercial House is spread over the whole East Mainland. If you want to findsometime, just take this token to

one of our branches. They will pass on your message to me," Stacy told him, and he saw her slightly wave her white hand.

Then, a stream of soft, white light flew from her hand towards Austin and stopped in the air in front of him.

Austin was then stunned by an object's sudden appearance in his hands. It was a purple jade badge that worked much like an id-

card.

"Sure thing."

He softly grabbed the jade badge and solemnly put it away inside his Space Ring. Friendship, after all, was a precious treasure and

this badge was the map.

He was done just in time. As soon as he put it away, the animal bone he was standing on turned into a stream of light and left the

platform.

Behind that, the battleship of the Deep Sea Commercial House also disappeared in the distant sky, turning very soon into nothing

but a far-away point.

Then more and more elders and stewards of the remaining sects also began to leave the platform, along with their disciples.

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However, the three men from the three Holy Lands were still waiting, floating high above the platform.

In fact, numerous elders and stewards of other sects were also still waiting.

By this time, the number of people who were rushing out of the Wild Herb Valley had begun to decrease, and the crowd had

dissipated.

"It's strange that the disciples of our Vasteras Holy Land haven't cout yet. What is going on?

Are they known to delay like this all the time?" a golden haired man from the Vasteras Holy Land doubtfully remarked to his

colleague.

"Well, | think that the disciples from our three Holy Lands went deepest into the Wild Herb Valley to collect herbs. So | guess they're

farthest from the exit.

Which means it's pretty normal for them to cout much after the others." A strongly built man from the Rudimentary Holy Land

tried to find an explanation.

"Mmm hmm, we must be patient. There are still about two hours before the Wild Herb Valley closes.

They still have plenty of tto leave. We don't need to rush them.

And we already know that there is a large quantity of high-grade herbs in the valley, which means that it will be worth the wait.

They may not be willing to cout.

Ha-ha, these guys are giving us quite a headache," stated a white-robed man of the Arcane Holy Land, laughing out loud.

However, one middle-aged man, who was wearing an anxious look on his face, was pacing back and forth on the platform, much

like an ant on a hot pan. He seemed to be really worried about something.

"It's strange! Why hasn't anyone from our Primordial Sect cout yet?" he muttered to himself.

"Damn it, we've been waiting for so long now. Why hasn't someone cout yet?" an old man, clad in a red robe, who belonged to

the Scorching Blade Sect roared furiously.

He was staring at the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley, his body shining with a faint blade-like light of white.

"What the hell are those bastards doing in there? The valley is going to be closed in a couple of hours and it's so large! How would

they get out!

You know what? Let them clate! I'll teach them a lesson myself.

They have no sense of priority at all," muttered a tall and scrawny middle-aged man to himself angrily.

The platform was filled with fretting people now. In addition to the people from the three Holy Lands, elders and stewards from over

ten sects were still there on the platform, waiting eagerly for the disciples of their respective sects to cout. Since it was very

late and the crowd had begun to shallow out, they were getting worried.

Of those sects, six or seven were of the first rank, and the remaining were at the second or third rank in the East Mainland.

However, no matter what the intensity of their anxiousness, fewer and fewer people cout of the Wild Herb Valley, and no sign

of their disciples ever came.

It was no longer like the previous scene where a large group of people rushed out of the inside, only a few people coming out.

An hour passed, and now, no one seemed to be coming out of the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley.

Now, even those elders and stewards, who had been calm till now, finally began to fret.

Even the men from the three Holy Lands who had been floating in mid-air began to show impatience.

Their eyes were still fixed on the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley.

The tfor the Wild Herb Valley to close was drawing nearer with every passing second.

"What's the matter? Only twenty minutes are left before the valley closes. What do they have, a death wish or something?

They still haven't cout!

Are they really all dead inside?" the old man from the Scorching Blade Sect growled in a low, guttural voice.

The blade-light, which had been hovering around him, shot everywhere in all directions, looking very terrible indeed.

"Is it possible that every single one of them was in ssort of accident? But no, that's totally impossible!" a steward of the

Primordial Sect yelled in a hoarse, scared voice, with little veins popping out of his forehead.

"Whoever entered the valley from our sect was an elite among us. People that strong cannot be just wiped out like that."

Getting impatient had been the first phase of their reaction. Now, they seemed to be having a sense of foreboding somehow. It was

as if the heavens were telling them that the disciples of their sects weren't coming back.

"What could have happened?

An accident happened to them? What? All of them? Is that even possible?"

The strong man from the Rudimentary Holy Land rubbed his hands in anticipation. He was looking troubled and kept muttering

something to himself.

"We specially chose out contestants this time. Nearly a hundred among our three hundred disciples who entered the Wild Herb

Valley were at the Emperor Realm.

No one would have dared to provoke them without cause.

The only possible explanation is that our disciples had an accident, and even that isn't likely," muttered the golden-haired man

from the Vasteras Holy Land.

He could feel that something was wrong. There was a sense of evil mounting in his heart. But he didn't want to believe that

something really had happened.

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Till now, the white-robed man of the Arcane Holy Land had remained silent. But even his face wasn't as calm as it was usually

known to be.

Instead of reacting however, he put his hands behind his back and kept on staring coldly at the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley.

Finally, the last twenty minutes also passed. Twas up!

A thick, dark red mist began to billow out of the entrance and the exit to the Wild Herb Valley.

Within moments, it blotted out everything from view. Nothing but fog could be seen.

Boom... Boom... Rumblings began to echo from the valley, as if the entire place was crashing in on itself.

It was at that moment, that everyone outside felt a powerful jolt in their hearts. This was final now! No one would cout

anymore.

The Wild Herb Valley, which opened only once every thirty years, was now closed for the next three decades.

No one could enter, or leave the place until it finally opened up once again.

A sullen, scary, eerie silence fell over the platform.

The three men from the three Holy Lands were staring in disbelief at the thick mist. As if they were saying, 'No way!"

Swas the case with the elders and stewards of the remaining sects.

Finally, the three men from the three Holy Lands, who were standing above the platform, recovered enough sense to finally turn

their heads and look at each other.

There was doubt and anger in each of their eyes, as well as a total sense of loss.

The three of them had publicly boasted for hours and hours on that the disciples of the three Holy Lands would find the biggest

harvest in the Wild Herb Valley. They were sure to be the winner.

But they hadn't expected the complete opposite, which was actually what had just happened. Every single one of their disciples

had been wiped out.

It was like a slap in their face.

"No!

How can this be! It is impossible. | refuse to believe it.

| don't believe it! What the hell is going on?

How could it be that not a single disciple of the Rudimentary Holy Land managed to make it out?" roared the strongly built man

from the Rudimentary Holy Land.

His body began to glow with a strong and horrifying light, of pure crimson and blood red shade. As if to showcase the mounting of

his anger, the light then rose and roared in the sky, turning a greater part of the sky blood-red, and casting a terrible gloom over

his surroundings.