The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"The ghost race?

What are they? As far as | can recall, | haven't heard of them before.

Are they terrifying?

But no matter how powerful they are, there are only two of them left. We severely outnumber them so there's no reason to be

afraid! Right?"

Solomon, one of the young leaders of the TChamber Sect, tried to ease his panic. But seeing the frightened faces of the four

old leaders didn't help him.

He could already tell just by looking at their expressions alone that the ghost race was something to be scared of.

He had a hard tbelieving that the leaders of the TChamber Sect, which was one of the most powerful sects in the Absolute

Space Sea, were terrified. It must've been a fluke.

They didn't need to be afraid of the darkness race,

let alone an unknown ghost race!

"That's right!

We can easily kill these two guys together!"

The other seven leaders echoed Solomon's thoughts and surrounded the man wearing white and Henrik.

"Stop this! Do you want to die?

Get out of here and show srespect!"

The four old leaders were appalled and immediately ordered them to get out.

In the past, the ghost race was infamous all across the Absolute Space Sea.

When they walked past the headquarters of the darkness race, Yahir cout with all the senior leaders to greet in person.

They even knelt and begged the leader to spare the darkness race. Needless to say, the ghost race was the most terrifying race of

all!

But the young leaders were not aware of the power of the man in white. And so, they had the nerves to threaten the ghost race.

"Show the master srespect!

Cover here and apologize to the lord of the ghost race!

Now!

If you don't, I'll kill you myself!"

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Fright was painted on one of the old leader's face as he frantically tried to control the situation.

"We should kneel down and apologize to this guy?"

The eight young leaders were all stunned upon hearing the old master's words.

Only a few people in the Absolute Space Sea had earned the right to make them show humility.

"You brats! If you don't want to face your deaths and cause the destruction of the TChamber Sect, apologize right this instant!

You eight are nothing compared to him!

Back then, Yahir and the three Lords of Darkness had to be very careful when they were in front of the ghost race. They were

careful not to say or do anything wrong.

Do you know that the three Lords of Darkness even knelt down in front of him, begging him not to attack the darkness race?"

an old leader said to the eight young ones through their spiritual senses.

"Is this ghost race that terrifying?"

one of them asked. The eight young leaders were completely stunned.

"If you still don't believe me, I'll send his past experience into your Soul Sea so all of you can experience the real strength of the

ghost race.

But always remember to be polite to him. Never, and | mean never provoke him!"

The old leader sighed in fear that their race would be annihilated.

As soon as he finished speaking, he sent the relevant information into the Soul Seas of the eight young leaders.

They wasted no tand immediately read the message.

"What... How horrible!

This man was a peerless devil!

‘Wherever the ghosts pass, everything will be wiped out,’ they really are powerful!

And we actually wanted to kill them? How ridiculous!"

The eight young leaders’ faces turned pale as soon as they realized the magnitude of their action.

"Good. Since you four recognize who | am, then | don't need to introduce myself,"

the man in white butted in as he looked at each of the four old leaders.

"Sir, we chere by accident. We didn't mean to offend you!

We are leaving now.

Please forgive us for breaking into your territory,"

an old leader said sincerely as he knelt down to ask forgiveness.

He was the oldest leader of the TChamber Sect and enjoyed the sreputation with the Lords of Darkness.

But in the face of the ghost race, he was extremely cautious and respectful. A cold sweat ran down his forehead in fear that they

would all be killed.

"You eight, cover here right now. Kneel down and apologize to the lord of the ghost race!"

After a slight pause, another leader cover his shock and ordered the eight young ones.

"Yes, sir!

We're coming!"

The eight young leaders were not willing to apologize before, but after knowing the horror that befell them, they rushed forward to

show their respect.

They knelt down in unison.

"Sir, please forgive us for our rudeness!"

the eight young leaders apologized as they kowtowed fiercely.

"Oh?

Do you also want to experience the horrors that once befell the darkness race?"

The man in white looked at everyone and said with a frown.

"Sir, we chere by accident. We didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive us!

We'll leave right away!"

Solomon pleaded with a trembling voice.

"I know you broke in here by accident.

| don't blyou.

Get up, all of you."

The man sighed.

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"Thank you, sir!"

Relief washed over the eight young leaders as they expressed their thanks.

The four old leaders let out a sigh.

"It seems that the ghost race has lost its edge. He is not as terrifying and bloodthirsty as the legend says."

"Back then, only when Yahir brought all the senior leaders of the darkness race to kneel down before the ghost race did he forgive

them.

It seems that he enjoys the feeling of being respected by everyone.

In the future, we must remember to immediately kneel down to the ghost race as soon as we see them.

This is the only way we could avoid certain death."

"Yes, you are right."

The four old leaders secretly communicated with each using their spiritual senses.

"I know you didn't mean to offend me,

so | shouldn't have brought trouble for you.

But to be honest, I'm short of hands right now. | want you to stay and help me,"

the man wearing white said out of the blue.

"You want us to stay here and help you?"

The twelve leaders were all caught off guard by the request and didn't understand what the man in white meant.

Although the four old leaders had heard of the ghost race and recognized him, their understanding of him was far less than that of

the senior master of the fire source beast race.

After all, the senior master had fought against the ghost race for a long time!

"Sir, although we are willing to stay and help you, we are all the senior leaders of the TChamber Sect. There are still many

things waiting for us to deal with back there,"

an old leader said gingerly, trying hard not to offend the man in white.

"TChamber Sect?

That's easy. From now on, all the creatures of the TChamber Sect will be with me,"

he said with a light smile.