The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Boom!

Streams of strong Five-Element Sword Aura rushed forward and collided with the sword radiance from Dennis.

At the center of the collision, a vortex of pulsing energy yawned, its size rapidly growing and devouring space.

A single clicking sound rang out, and in the blink of an eye the whole sky broke into several fragments, as if it was a shattered

mirror, its dark cracks running outwards like spider webs spinning themselves into existence.

The sky fell with a crash, its stars littering the debris before all getting sucked into the void.

Taken aback himself, Austin found himself retreating quickly.

In the distance, Dennis finally got rid of the power of the Eye of the Ghostdom Ancestor.

Up until then, it had been emitting a terrible devouring power that was dragging his spiritual soul in.

Conquering it was no small feat, and it even cost Dennis sof his spiritual soul energy.

He could taste blood in his mouth.

It didn't suggest that Austin could easily beat him with the Eye of the Ghostdom Ancestor though.

What happened just now was too abrupt, and it caught Dennis off his guard.

He did not see that coming, and it was too late to keep the Eye of the Ghostdom Ancestor from taking a piece of him.

Otherwise he could have deflected this attack, and avoided getting injured altogether.

His realm and power were much more powerful than Austin's.

Dennis wiped the blood that was slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"I can't believe you managed such a powerful attack.

You even possess such a high-level magic treasure!"

There was a wild killing intent in Dennis's eyes. He had never imagined that a nobody like Austin could hurt him.

He had lost sof his spiritual soul energy and his spiritual soul had been compromised.

Although the damage wasn't much, spiritual souls were still essential for all cultivators.

The trauma to spiritual souls was more terrible than that to flesh.

Dennis stared at the third eye between Austin's own two eyes, feeling a hint of fear. Its power was formidable.

He glanced at the sword in Austin's hand, his senses probing at its energy.

The aura emitted by this sword could suppress his own!

With his cultivation base, he could naturally tell that this sword was very likely to be one magic treasure that once belonged to a

legendary genuine immortal master!

"All right, | will let you live a few more days," Dennis said carefully.

"But make no mistake. | will return to take your life soon. The spiritual tree belongs to me.

And | will destroy the Immortal End World and the Immortal End Alliance!"

Dennis scowled at Austin, his breaths heavy.

He then took a few steps back and disappeared with a flash, the shadow of his presence melting into the distant sky.

He had to recover from his injuries before facing Austin in a showdown to the death.

If he failed to tend to his damaged spiritual soul in time, there could be dire consequences.

It was already extremely difficult to make breakthrough, especially for someone in his level.

If his spiritual soul wasn't in full capacity, he might not manage a breakthrough again.

And, loathe as he was to admit it, he was intimidated by Austin's magical eyes and that long sword.

Fighting under these circumstances was not an option.

"You old asshole! I'll kill you one day," Austin yelled after the fleeing Dennis. "I will destroy the Yaksha Palace too!"

Austin stared at the receding figure of Dennis, clenching his fists.

His intention of killing Dennis and destroying the Yaksha Palace had reached the climax.

‘Magic treasure belonged to a genuine immortal?

What was he talking about?

Is this sword once owned by a genuine immortal?"

Thinking back on what Dennis had said, Austin brought the long sword closer for inspection.

Then Austin put away his long sword, summoned the transmission altar, and returned to the Immortal End World.

Upon his return, Austin teleported a large number of people out of the Slave Tower.

All of these people, together with Austin, answered to the Universe Drum to fight the corpse soldiers.

He instructed Elder Kevin to arrange for more people to guard and secure the premises of the Immortal End World.

Then Austin went to the East Mainland in search of Mr. Fang.

Mr. Fang once served the Sword Emperor, so he always saw Austin as his junior fellow disciple.

The elder had reached the premium stage of Immortal King Realm now!

"Sir," Austin said as he cup to Mr. Fang. "Take a look at this. Could this sword be our master's?"

He pulled the sword out of its scabbard and presented it to the elder.

"Ah!"

All at once, Mr. Fang began to tremble, his eyes fixed on the long sword.

"Master!"

Mr. Fang knelt on the ground and bowed, his hands reaching over his head to take the sword.

Holding it carefully with trembling hands, he stood slowly, his gaze roving over the weapon.

"There is no mistake. | can feel the aura of our master.

He must have used this sword in the past!"

Mr. Fang exclaimed, emotion shaking his voice and running down his face.

He had served the Sword Emperor in the Five Elements City. By rank and position, he was only a servant then.

But all the skills he had at present were taught by the Sword Emperor.

In his mind, the Sword Emperor was his mentor!

To be in the presence of a weapon once wielded by his master, he could not help being overwhelmed with feeling.

"Austin, where did you get our master's sword?"

asked Mr. Fang.

Austin briefly recounted how he had gotten the sword in the Ghostdom.

He left out many details though.

"The Ghostdom?

It sounds like another universe.

How did master's sword end up in the Ghostdom?"

Mr. Fang couldn't figure it out.

Austin was also confused.

But there was no doubt that this sword belonged to the Sword Emperor.

"The sword our master left behind is by no means simple.

It contains very powerful sword intent and a sword aura that emanates terrifying energy.

It may contain srecords of our master's legacies.

Our extremely talented master had left the Immortal End World for a long time.

So many years had passed, nobody knew exactly how strong his swordsmanship cultivation base had become.

If you could learn sof the legacies he left behind, or understand the sword intent in this long sword, you have high chances of

making great improvement with your swordsmanship.

As for me, I'm far from being as good as you.

| no longer have the stamina, or much ability, really, to learn this sword now. But you have to have a try, Austin."

Mr. Fang handed the sword back to Austin.

"lI do agree," Austin said.

"l also think our master might have left skind of heritage in this sword."

After saying goodbye to Mr. Fang, Austin teleported himself to the Graystone City, and secluded himself in the tchamber inside

the cave. He prepared himself for a long, meticulous study of the long sword.

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