"Tell the Sect Supremo to come out. Let him know that Austin is back!"
Austin announced loudly and courageously.
"The Sect Supremo? Austin? No one can enter the Heaven Pavilion Sect without Elder Nesbit's permission.
Have you come here to create a scene?
Get out of here! Or I'll get you into trouble!"
snapped the captain savagely.
"Elder Nesbit?"
Austin was stunned for a second. He instantly understood that something had happened in the headquarters of the Heaven Pavilion Sect.
The Sect Supremo had been in charge of the headquarters, and without Austin's orders he would never have given the power of the Heaven Pavilion Sect to someone else.
Now, out of the blue, there was an elder named Nesbit who he had never heard before in the headquarters. Something must have happened.
Pondering upon it, Austin released his spiritual sense to investigate the situation inside the Heaven Pavilion Sect.
He stood firmly at his place waiting to know what was going on inside. But the captain seemed to get restless. "Well, you've really come to create trouble, haven't you? Come on everyone. We need to teach him a lesson!" shouted the captain.
He began to charge towards Austin first, as he waved at his companions to join him.
The captain was at the premium stage of Master Realm.
It was like the nail in the coffin for Austin. He got in a rage as he had no idea about what was happening. It infuriated him that his place was occupied by others while he was away.
Filled with anger, he released a Spiritual Sense Flying Spear and shot it into the captain's Soul Sea.
"Ahh!" The captain gave out a scream.
Immediately he became aware what was attacking his spiritual soul in the Soul Sea.
A searing pain in his head made him crash to the ground. Holding his head in his hands, he whined and rolled around.
His companions looked at him in shock. A chill rose in their hearts.
Although none of them saw Austin attack their captain, they could easily guess that it was the visitor who was torturing him.
Austin made his enemy who was at the premium stage of Master Realm suffer without even touching him. The other men who guarded the gate were aware of how powerful and unfathomable he was.
They looked at each other, but no one dared to come forward.
"Go and report it!" someone murmured in a low voice.
Immediately three people turned around and began to fly towards the headquarters of the Heaven Pavilion Sect.
Austin didn't make any effort to stop them.
Soon, Austin's spiritual sense found the Sect Supremo at the headquarters of the Heaven Pavilion Sect.
The Sect Supremo was cultivating quietly in the secret room he often used for his daily practice.
Austin's spiritual sense stared at the Sect Supremo.
Immediately he was able to sense the stare and opened his eyes.
"Master, you are finally back."
The Sect Supremo had a bitter smile on his face. He communicated with Austin through the spiritual sense in a helpless tone.
From the tone of his voice, Austin knew that something was wrong at the Heaven Pavilion Sect.
"What happened? Tell me,"
Austin continued talking to the Sect Supremo through his spiritual sense.
"Master, it's the Black Wind Gang.
The headquarters of the Heaven Pavilion Sect is now under the control of Elder Nesbit of the Black Wind Gang," stated the Sect Supremo.
"I don't have any power, any more."
"The Black Wind Gang?"
Austin muttered.
He had heard of the Black Wind Gang earlier.
In the Triangle Zone, before the emergence of the demon race, there were two forces which were regarded as the most powerful. They were the Heaven Palace and the Black Wind Gang.
Everyone knew that the Heaven Palace hid its power before, so it should be the most powerful and terrifying power in the Triangle Zone.
However, the fact that the Black Wind Gang had been able to compete with the Heaven Palace and take over the Heaven Pavilion Sect's headquarters indicated that its strength could not be underestimated.
But the question was why the Black Wind Gang came to the Heaven Pavilion Sect and occupied it!
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