The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Half a day passed. That was when most of the cultivators excused themselves and left the headquarters of the Magic Hand Sect.

Austin, Godwin, Julius and Peter decided to stay back in the sect headquarters for stime.

In a private conversation, Austin, Angus and Godwin discussed about subsequent management problems of the Magic Hand Sect.

They seriously considered the fact that Lyman had been killed.

They knew that though Lyman was killed, there were still many henchmen of his remaining in the Magic Hand Sect, as he had

controlled the sect for over five hundred years.

Angus planned to get rid of all Lyman's henchmen and reorganize the whole sect in a resolute and bold manner.

He believed that it was the only way that he could take full control of the Magic Hand Sect again.

However, it would probably take Angus smore tto restore his vital energy cultivation level to the Semi-emperor Realm. So

far, he had merely restored it to the premium stage of Primal Holy Realm.

Therefore, Angus needed Austin and Godwin's help to reorganize his sect.

Austin sent out the A.L. Army from his City model. There were over one hundred thousand soldiers in total. He ordered his army to

be stationed in the headquarters of the Magic Hand Sect.

After a little while, a few figures could be seen.

These figures were heading for a giant mountain peak within the headquarters of the Magic Hand Sect, which was so high that it

seemed to be piercing the clouds.

The summit of the mountain was perennially covered in thick snow, so it looked like a vast expanse of whiteness.

Amidst the white snow cover, there was a massive lake.

The cerulean lake was inlaid with the snowfield like a sapphire, looking sacred and enchanting.

Beside the lake, there were several simple-constructed, small wooden houses.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

All of a sudden, the figures that were flying on the distant horizon started rushing towards the houses in an extremely fast speed.

After a short while, they reached the summit and landed in front of the small wooden houses.

Their arrival broke the silence that was prevailing in that place.

"Who dares to cto my place?

It's my personal cultivation site, the forbidden area of the sect. Didn't | order that this place is out of bounds for anyone? No one is

allowed to enter this place for any reason, without permission!"

A female voice cout from one of the small wooden houses, even before the figures could get close to the door.

"Ha ha! My sweetest Becky, even I'm not allowed to chere?"

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an elder with grizzled hair and dressed in a black robe asked. He was one of the figures in front of that small wooden house. He

spoke with a slight laugh, his tone calm and natural.

Despite his composure on the outside, his body kept shivering uncontrollably. His chest kept rising and falling as he was inhaling

and exhaling deeply. Apparently, he was trying to suppress his excitement.

This elder was Angus.

Angus's voice trailed away.

And there was deathly silence. Not a sound cfrom that small wooden house—no trace of response was heard.

Angus was thrilled as he stood staring at the door of that small wooden house and kept waiting for it to open. His eyes were filled

with tears.

Austin, Godwin, Peter and Julius were standing beside him in complete silence.

They all kept waiting for quite stime.

Boom!

Suddenly the door was flung open. A beautiful feminine figure rushed out of the house and stood in front of Angus immediately.

The figure was an exceptionally gorgeous woman dressed in a white dress. She seemed to be around twenty five years old. With

her black hair tied up, she stood gracefully, looking serene and elegant. Her beauty was stunning.

The woman in white fixed her gaze on Angus with her charming eyes. She wore a doubtful and surprised expression on her serene

and elegant countenance while she kept staring at him.

She was both thrilled and dubious. She was too shocked to believe that the man in front of her was real.

"Father? Father, is that really you? Am | dreaming?" the woman in white asked gently and cautiously.

The manner in which she asked was like she had suddenly seen something unbelievable in her dream and was afraid that

everything would be gone unless she managed to clear up her doubts cautiously.

The woman in white was actually Angus's daughter, Rebecca.

She lived in solitude in the most secret and forbidden area of the headquarters of the Magic Hand Sect. Thus, she knew nothing

about what had happened in the Magic Hand Plaza earlier that day.

"You are not dreaming, my lovely daughter. This is real. | am indeed your father. I've cto see you."

Angus couldn't stop himself from feeling distressed when he looked at Rebecca's slightly drained face.

With fatherly love rising within his heart, he reached out to her and gently caressed her hair.

Angus's natural and spontaneous caress cleared up all of Rebecca's doubts. She finally believed that everything before her eyes

was real.

Her father's touch was enough to make her believe that he had indeed cback.

"Father!

All these years, | refused to believe you were dead!

It turns out that my conviction has been right. You are really alive! That's great!"

Rebecca immediately rushed to embrace Angus. Once in her father's arms she burst into tears like a little girl she used to be.

Angus kept consoling her and tried to calm her down.

It took quite stfor Rebecca to control the emotions she was feeling. The sadness and sorrow of being away from her father

for so long and the joy to see him back thrilled her. Gradually she got hold of her emotions.

As moments passed, she beccheerful and energetic. Her serene countenance was now filled with joy.

Seeing the right tand opportunity, Angus and Rebecca had a private talk with each other. Angus recounted to his daughter his

encounters and also told her about the things that happened in the Magic Hand Plaza.

When Rebecca cto know it was Lyman who had plotted to murder her father, her gorgeous face was covered with a hateful

coldness and her charming eyes were filled with great fury. If Lyman had still been alive, she would have gone downhill to kill him

immediately.

"Austin, thank you for your kind help. Thank you for bringing my father back to life!"

Rebecca said in a gentle voice while she looked at Austin. Her dignified and elegant face appeared to be extremely kind and warm.

Besides that, Angus also told Rebecca that Austin was able to kill prominent cultivators at the Semi-emperor Realm. Therefore, she

decided to regard and view Austin as her compeer, instead of a junior cultivator.

In addition, she regarded him as her father's savior.

"Well, it's... It's nothing. Angus had offeredhelp when | was in great trouble. | am really grateful to him. | have done what |

could do to repay him for his kindness."

Austin felt a little shy and said with a simple smile.

Actually, Rebecca was several hundred years old, but her appearance was that of a woman at the age of twenty-five or twenty-six.

Austin was shocked at her excellent means to retain a youthful look despite her old age. He couldn't help but admire her greatly.

In the next few days, Angus took resolute measures to reorganize the Magic Hand Sect in every aspect.

Everything went smoothly with the help of Austin, Godwin, Julius and Peter, as well as the stationed A.L. Army. No serious obstacles

rose to hinder the process.

Lyman's henchmen were killed, purged or crippled with loss of cultivation bases.

Another four or five days passed and the whole Magic Hand Sect was completely in Angus's control.

Austin felt a sense of relief after all these days.

He had helped Angus rebuild his physical body, take revenge on Lyman and kill him, and gain full control of the Magic Hand Sect.

Now, he could say that he had repaid Angus for the great help he had offered long ago.

"Austin, if you still have any other wish to fulfill, just go ahead and get it done.

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After you fulfill all your wishes in the PrMartial World, we've got to leave from here and set off for the Divine Continent,"

the FlEmperor spoke to Austin in his Soul Sea.

"Yes. There are still many wishes to fulfill, but the most important one is to establish a sect."

Austin recalled that in the ruins of the Oracle Sect within the Barren Mountain of the Triangle Zone, he had made a promise to its

sect leader, who had perished long ago.

When Austin met the sect leader's soul, the latter asked Austin to help him reestablish the Oracle Sect and succeed him as the

eighteenth sect leader. Austin had promised to do so.

Moreover, he had given Austin all the treasures which were within the treasury of the Oracle Sect.

Though Austin was actually reluctant to be the eighteenth leader of the Oracle Sect, he was weighed down by the promise he had

made to the sect leader's soul.

And since he had made a promise, he would absolutely do his best to reestablish the Oracle Sect.

"Establishing a sect? What do you mean by that, Austin?

Do you mean you want to establish a new sect of your own in the PrMartial World?"

the FlEmperor asked in confusion.

"No. That's not what | mean,"

Austin responded as he shook his head. Then he told everything about the Oracle Sect to the FlEmperor.

"So this is it!

You are a man of your word, Austin. | am quite surprised and delighted to know that,"

the FlEmperor said, as he got to know the whole picture.

"Since | promised the leader of the Oracle Sect, | have to fulfill his last wish.

I'm going to reestablish his sect in the following days,"

Austin said softly.

Although the FlEmperor was anxious to return to the Divine Continent, he knew it was impossible for him to stop Austin from

doing what he wanted to do.

"Well, that's fine.

Since | have been away from the Divine Continent for such a long time, | don't mind waiting a few more days.

Just be careful and try to reestablish the Oracle Sect step by step. When you get all things done, then it's tfor us to leave,"

the FlEmperor uttered.