The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Turning to the rest of the crowd who were shifting anxiously between themselves, the cultivators of the land held their breath and widened their unbelieving eyes when they were suddenly being talked to. "As for the rest of you, line up and wait for your punishment!" Another member of the nine figures stepped forward and licked his bottom lip in anticipation of the bloodshed. Surrounding his frwas the potent smell of blood and a reddish hue could be seen oozing off him if one looked closely. The intriguing scent of blood and iron seemed to transform into a large bird; a ferocious eagle, albeit curiously, its wings and body were striking red.

Shaking in their feet while hesitantly forming parallel lines, the men and women muttered among themselves, swith tears springing from their eyelids.

Looking at one another, one could practically taste the fear and anxiety in the air as they all desperately wished for a saving grace.

With fists balled and resisting attitudes, even sof Austin's comrades originally refused to cooperate with the nine imposing figures commandeering them to fall in ranks. However, they reluctantly acquiesced when they caught the warning looks of Austin who had silently begged them to follow for now. 'My fellow cultivators might get into more trouble if they disobeyed." Austin heavily contemplated while he tried to cup with a plan.

"What is going to happen to us? We cannot do anything but wait for them to punish us." Sof the cultivators murmured as they quietly discussed their horrible fates and waited. Moments of uncertainty passed by slowly. As the nine figures from the formidable Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom gathered in a circle, the folks gravely mused that they must have been plotting how to dispose of all of them. Tseemed to stretch indefinitely, anxiety and tension palpable in the air.

"How will we ever contest against them, anyway? Even if all of us teamed up, there is little to no guarantee that we would win.

There really is no option except to wait for death to come," one of the cultivators stated numbly, resigned at the inevitable fact that their thas run out in their realm.

With no more encouraging ideas, most of the people had hung their heads in despondency and misery. Even the more hopeful ones had stomped down their earlier reservations and bit back their retorts. The people begun to feel despondent with the lack of action and looked on helplessly. "I don't really want to die like this," a short woman said despairing while moisture gathered at the end of her eyelashes. The cultivators around her felt the ssentiment, blinking back their tears as they could do nothing but to drop their gaze to the grass on the ground.

The young cultivators of the Violet Orchid Empire soon felt a wave of panic.

Deep in their hearts, they were aware of the impending doom they were about to go through as they locked their eyes on the nine figures exuding such an overwhelming vital energy in the air.

Sof them, namely, Leo, Wilson, Garret, and Symon held themselves back and did not dare make a wayward step out of line.

As for the royals of the Violet Orchid Empire led by Graham and Bruce, they hid themselves at the back of the troop.

The two supposed powerful men of the empire were astonished themselves by the appearance of the nine powerful figures. It was not lost to them that they ranked comparably lower than the nine cultivators at the Sky Realm from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom, and their power was much greater despite them belonging at the Sky Realm.

In conclusion, they had no intention to fight against the nine cultivators at all. With shand fright running in their veins, they glanced at each other and made it their goal to escape out of the valley once an opportunity had risen.

The Violet Orchid Empire's young cultivators had taken on ashy hue on their faces as their trepidation left them weak at the knees and with trembling fingers. Upon witnessing the obvious show of sheer terror and agitation, the nine high-level cultivators regarded one another with a feeling of pride washing over them at the display of the cowering people in front of them. It seemed that all of them deeply enjoyed the moments wherein they were given an avenue to terrorize other individuals with their reputation.

"All of you have a right to be terrified. Being part of a weak Empire makes you deserve it." As they trembled with fear, a sense of satisfaction purred in their chests at their forced submission.

The clan decided to separate the men and women in two lines, eager to state their intentions to the crowd.

One of the members of the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom raised his voice and addressed the males who had immediately turned towards the powerful man. "All men," the man paused before a wicked smile graced his face before he continued his sentence.

"Just think about the way you will kill yourself." At the indignant shouts of the men in line, no one could have expected something worse to cout of his mouth when he began to address the frightened women. "All women, just stand aside and voluntarily take off your clothes." The tortured cries of the young girls rang in the ears of the people present, as they sobbed at the demand issued by the smirking man. "Think about how you can serve all of us well," the man who initially spoke continued, not bothered by the complaints and shock the females were going through.

One of them had a malicious glint in his eyes and parted his lips to speak. "If you can serve us well, there may be a glimmer of hope for you. Remember," he viewed the women with piercing eyes and a salacious grin. "It will be your last chance to live." A young man filled with disgusting intent and an obscene expression adorning his handsface looked appreciative of the bodies the female cultivators had. As he looked them up and down with no reservations, he was delighted to see the discomfort in their eyes. Moreover, he practically imagined the types of things they could do for him which made him impatient to finish their goal.

Moving closer towards the line-up of women, the young man sighed exasperatedly before cockily standing with his hands perched on his waist. "lI cannot wait to be intimate with these girls. Hey, how about | take several of them to the grass and leave all of you here to handle the situation?" the man asked, full of eagerness and unprecedented hunger.

"Mysterious Nether World was such a boring place and | have not seen a woman for a long time," the young warrior whined before facing his fellow cultivators. "Being intimate with these women never cat a better time. | really cannot wait to make my fantasies into a reality." Rubbing his hands together with a vulgar intent, he once again stared at the dozens of young female cultivators from the Violet Orchid Empire while his vile thoughts made his grin wider.

One of the members sighed at the blatant expression on the face of one of his members. "Really?" "Although your passion for women is admirable, you must exhibit more patience. It is no wonder that you are the expert on relationships in our Kingdom." A young man in gray robes chastised him which made the other man rub his nape absentmindedly.

Before they could continue their talk, they noticed a slight disturbance coming from the line-up of men.

Running out of the pile of men, a man with great stature rushed out and kneeled down beside the nine high-level cultivators. The man continuously touched the ground with his forehead, imploring for the powerful men to show mercy while he spoke with rushed sentences.