The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Regardless of fatigue after traveling a long distance, little prince Reuben took his fellows to their destination, the Outstanding Talents Exchange Games.

They came into an enormous and lavish plaza paved in endless white jade. The jade reflected gentle and resplendent halos, creating a magnificent vision like it was heaven.

The white jade tiles were so valuable and rare that just a few pieces of it were enough for a peasant family's subsistence. What was even more astounding was the fact that it was the Royal Family who wanted the precious jade tiles used for paving the square. They were truly extravagant! On each side of Jade Square was a column of soldiers armed with a spear. These warriors were from the seventh or eighth cultivation base of the Energy Gathering Realm. Based on their relaxed stance, the squad leaders’ cultivation base appeared to be from the Earth Realm.

All the young cultivators who came to take part in the Outstanding Talents Exchange Games milled around the square but in an orderly manner. They mostly stayed in areas designated for their respective sects. All excitedly discussed the event.

Glancing around, Austin saw that other cultivators who were the subordinates of the other nine princes had already arrived. It was his group that came in last.

The ten princes gathered together as a display of brotherhood before the public as soon as they saw each other on the square. Austin's spiritual sense easily perceived that it was all for show, and the princes were only flattering each other. It was unimaginable how the ten princes made a pretense of being intimate brothers in public, while in truth all of them were running different plans in their mind about how to defeat the other in this game. Hypocrites! This pretentious performance went on for a while.

Finally, an old eunuch with a white beard walked out of the palace. He was light on his feet and spoke in a thunderous voice addressed to the princes present at the square.

"Attention, all the princes and talented attendees here today! It is time to pay a formal visit to the Emperor.

Please follow me in an orderly and quiet manner!" Though the eunuch looked old, his voice was loud and clear that everyone, even those standing in the corner, could hear every word he uttered. His superiority in terms of vital energy was evident.

After his announcement, everyone followed the eunuch to the palace without complaint.

It was hard not to be in awe of the palace's magnificence.

At the center of the spacious hall sat an empty royal throne.

The eunuch's voice rang out again. "This place will be divided into ten areas.

From left to right, each area will be designated as camp for the ten princes' fellows," he explained.

Every cultivator who joined the Outstanding Talents Exchange Games was required to choose one who they thought will be the best prince among the ten.

The Royal family had informed the crowd that the purpose of this Outstanding Talents Exchange Games was not only to exchange knowledge about martial arts, but it was more a competition for the position of crown prince among the ten royal members.

Even Austin was so overwhelmed when he entered the youngest prince's formation that he couldn't help his eyes from wandering around.

Looking at the entourage of the other princes, you could tell based on their temperament that some of them were unmistakably outstanding cultivators.

There were warriors who were eagerly anticipating the coming game. Others closed their eyes to keep calm.

Some had a far-away look as if working out a puzzle from a distance. There were those with arrogant looks who stared at their surroundings with cold eyes, while some gazed at other cultivators with hatred. But there were also some who were well-mannered and stood humbly.

Two of the most conspicuous in the crowd were Michael and Philip, as they stood confidently in front of the line.

They looked down on other attendees almost with a sneer because they thought they were the best cultivators in this place.

After observing the rest of the participants, Austin noticed that not only the cultivators of Prince Reuben were strong, but other young fighters' abilities were not inferior either. It was obvious that some who stood in front of their lines outshone their counterparts with imposing manners. They even managed to look sharper than Michael and Philip! Among the ninth prince's troop of cultivators was a young man, who was in the front of the line, and soon attracted everyone's attention.

Standing upright, he looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three. When he draped a red mantle on his shoulders, he resembled a flame from a distance.

While he pretended not to appear aggressive, people who saw him were somewhat fearful of him because his bearing exuded a sense of demonic aura.

In particular, a scorpion tattoo on his foreheads was as vivid as a real scorpion that suggested wickedness.

When he took a glance at the demonic warrior, the man immediately sensed it was Austin who stared at him. He said nothing but looked back at the young fighter, and the eyes that bored into Austin's were full of power.

Instantly, Austin's surroundings seemed like an illusion. And everything around him looked to be magnified several times. He appeared to be standing in the middle of a vast desert. Where he stood, the sun rose high in the sky, its scorching rays merciless in the desert. Every grain of sand was scalding under the burning sun.

Meanwhile, one by one, giant scorpions, constrictors, poisonous snakes, monsters, and demons appeared! His feet started slowly sinking! Seconds later, Austin sank even more quickly and could no longer hold his balance.

It was such a horrible image! Austin felt the intent realm suffocate him. He found it so hard to breathe even if he used all his strength.

However, the feeling was fleeting and lasted no more than a tenth of a second.

Soon, Austin realized his surroundings were merely an illusion. He quickly shot five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles toward the desert using his spiritual sense.

From a distance, rumbling noises could be heard. .

Seconds later, the desert vanished. When the illusion ended, Austin regained consciousness.

The evil man's mouth curved into a grim smile. He stood there, stared at Austin, with eyes full of aggression.

There was a sense of thirsty for blood and killing coming out of his eyes which was enough to terrorize anyone who saw him. Like a beast, he seemed eager to eat humans alive.

To the man's surprise, Austin broke away from the illusion he weaved for him. Fully aware that it was not easy to control Austin, the man, in a kind of admiration, kept his appearance in mind as he averted his gaze.

After this bloodless battle, Austin was astounded by the man's level of training. He looked more dominant in terms of cultivation base than Michael. No words were exchanged, and no one dared to challenge him.

On the eighth prince's team, there was a young man in a cyan shirt, about twenty years old, who looked overbearing and cold and stood alone. Vital energy shot out from his body which transformed into dragon shapes as vivid as real dragons howling in rage while circling around him. And based on his appearance, it wasn't difficult to see that he was no ordinary cultivator. It seemed that all vital energy flows could turn into a dragon- shaped-like ancient God that dominated every creature in the world. Each time he moved his body slightly, it seemed heaven and earth would be turned upside-down. When thunder roared, and the sky turned dark, all ancient creatures, both giant and rare, showed up.