The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"Follow me, guys! Let's fight together and get out of this bloody fog first!" Malick called out.

Hearing his words, all the men from the Flying Fish Sect, the Iron Palm Sect as well as the Evergreen Sect shouted in unison their accord. Deploying their unique skills, they cooperated with Malick and began to fight their way out of the square.

There was strength in numbers, and in a short time, the team had made short work of the fog, making significant progress.

Everyone was immensely inspired by the temporary victory, and all of them fought with more vigor.

"Well done! We won't be trapped in this damn place with Malick leading us out!" One by one, they encouraged each other as they cheered themselves on.

"Let's use the God-trapping Array together, brother. That Blade Master is stronger than we thought. I'm afraid we won't be able to fulfill the task assigned by our master if we are not careful, thatof blades is very fierce." The middle-aged man's voice sounded again from the fog suddenly.

He was answered by a wild laugh. "Ha ha ha! Don't worry, big brother. None of them will escape from this place today!" Another voice full of presumptuousness and ruthlessness answered.

As soon as the voices stopped speaking, the number of ghosts lingering in the greyish white fog increased suddenly. Soon the place was thickly dotted with ghosts everywhere in the fog. Tens and thousands of them galloped ahead, roaring and growling loudly.

The evil spirit demons howled and growled as they headed for the center of the square, narrowing their target space as they encircled the area. A dreadful clamor filled the place as the whole square trembled violently as if experiencing an earthquake.

The cold wind blew as it overcast a cold and bleak atmosphere while it diminished the light in the whole place. As the evil demon spirits rushed in gritting their teeth and crackling through their mouth, they made a beeline for the middle of the square and fiercely attacked the people who were there.

To make matters worse, the cries of so many ghosts formed a wave of sound attacks and struck the conscious minds of anyone within the vicinity. All of them, including Malick, felt a dull pain in their spiritual souls which made it hard for them to breathe.

While they were distraught and in pain, the tens of thousands of demon-like ghosts surrounded them and launched a frenzied attack.

"Everyone be careful! Protect your Soul Sea with your spiritual sense; otherwise, the sounds will break your spiritual souls!" Malick shouted as he reminded them. Simultaneously, he produced a dazzling blade of light with his spiritual sense. He unleashed it from his Soul Sea and aimed at the demon-like ghosts around him. It worked and in a moment the blade had destroyed dozens of them in one stroke.

He continued to raise his blade and slashed the dead souls with a vengeance. The ghosts were quite fragile under the attacks of Malick's blade, and it pierced through another hundred or so of them by its incomparable blade aura, turning the ghosts into fragments that disappeared into the wind in no time.

People from the other three sects, on the other hand, had quite a hard tdealing with the difficult, pesky demon-like ghosts.

They fought them to the best of their abilities, yet the numerous demon-like ghosts seemed resistant and jumped on them endlessly as if they had escaped from Pandora's Box.

"Ahhh! Help me! Help!" Soon enough, someone cried out. It was a relatively weak Imperial Realm cultivator who was gradually besieged in the ocean of ghosts and could not resist crying out for help.

"Hold on, Lane!" The leader of the Iron Palm Sect called to him. Lane was a member of the Iron Palm Sect, and an Imperial Realm cultivator as well.

Seeing him in danger, his leader wanted to finish his own fight and cto his rescue as soon as possible. Nevertheless, sadly before the leader could even deploy his bodily movement skill and get to him, a large crowd of ghosts threw themselves on to Lane, muffling his cry for help. The ghosts fell over each other trying to seize his head, legs and arms. There was nothing that the other men could do for him. With a tearing crash, Lane's body was torn into pieces, with the ghosts scrambling for his twisted body parts and stepping on his hot blood.

Everyone was stunned at the horrible sight. They had thought that the demon-like ghosts could only do harm to people's spiritual souls, never had they expected that they could hurt the flesh of human beings.

"Everyone, gather around! Let's form a circle and fight these ghosts together. Take care of each other and then move slowly to the edge of the square!" The leader of the Flying Fish Sect ordered. He had always been a man with resourcefulness even in an emergency situation. After carefully analyzing their situation, he realized that if things went on like it was, they would very likely be crushed one by one, eventually. But if they stuck and fought together, they might still stand a chance.

At his words, people from all the three sects followed his instructions without delay. Standing back to back, they made a circle of a human wall. By unleashing and reinforcing their spiritual sense, they created an invisible shield together.

Furthermore, they brought out more vital energy to activate all kinds of powerful skills and resisted the flood of haunting ghosts. At the stime, they started paying attention to protecting each other as much as possible.

Within a short time, they seemed to have been able to withstand the violent and frenzied attacks from the ghost army.

"Well, it's not going to be that easy. Come, brother, for the second attempt. It's tto make the final strike." The middle-aged man's voice resounded again throughout the square. As his voice faded, two male figures suddenly appeared in front of the crowd.

Apart from the middle-aged man who had been forced out of his protection cover by Malick earlier, there was also another man, who was shorter and younger. The two stood side by side and blocked the way.

"Finally, you have the guts to show yourselves, cowards? Your death will be swift, | promise!" Malick cursed upon seeing them. He was already burning with killing intent, upset and driven by their sneak attacks and all the annoying ghosts; he just could not hold back his rage any longer and cried out with great hatred the instant he saw the enemies’ faces. He bellowed, conjuring two sword-lights as large as doors, and struck them at the enemies while sending out two flashes of lightning. His attack started a storm within the square and strong winds swirled around the sword-lights, rushing together towards the two enemies.