The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1263

It is mine. Nobody else shall compete for it!" yelled someone, declaring his lust for the precious weapon.

All of a sudden, a flash of sword-light moved quickly towards where the Battle Emperor was standing.

The man who first made a move was the middle-age man in white who demanded to have Austin's Magic Sea Water earlier.

"No way. Stop there! You cannot keep all the good things to yourself!" shouted another person.

This time, it was the bald old man who was speaking. The bald guy was also hungry for treasure and didn't want to be left out. Therefore, as he spoke, he also moved quickly and flew toward the Battle Emperor.

Then, other hot-tempered warriors also clamored to get to the sword.

Now, several shadows were hurrying to the place where the Battle Emperor was standing, some of whom were even faster than the man in white and the bald old man who had set out before everyone else.

These men in a frenzy were all Holy Realm cultivators, and slim as their chances of succeeding were, they were still desperate to give it a try.

They were so driven that it seemed as if the primeval magic treasure had cast some sort of spell on them.

Its allure was so strong that it brought out the greediness and recklessness in these highly-esteemed and recognized warriors.

"Hey watch out! You are getting too close!"

Wallace shouted out loud all of a sudden.

But his warning came too late.

Wallace had barely finished talking when the sky suddenly burst into glamorous purple flames.

It seemed as if someone with a machine gun had opened fire.

The purple flame rushed out towards all directions and wildly strafed the entire room like darts and like bullets

As the shots were fired, a few blood-curdling screams were heard.

And several sorry figures were tossed out like they were nothing more than pieces of trash.

These figures were the few warriors who rushed to the Battle Emperor in an attempt to snatch the long sword from the Battle Emperor's waist.

All of their bodies were punched through, leaving countless holes with blood pouring out.

The middle-aged man in white had a wound above his chest from which blood spurted out like water spewing from a hydrant.

If the purple flame had hit him a little bit farther to the left, then it would have been his heart that was punctured.

Meanwhile, the other warriors were no better off than he was. All of these true masters had also been badly damaged and tossed away like rotten old rugs.

Those who were fortunate enough to not be knocked out and were still able to move their bodies hurriedly took out some medicine and swallowed their life-saving pills.

"Oh for God's sake, just stop having wild dreams of making a sudden fortune. Even though the Battle Emperor has passed away, the mysterious protective gears in this room are still working. Therefore, nobody will be able to lay their hands on the Battle Emperor's weapon. More than that, the vital energy of the Battle Emperor has not dissipated. Instead, it serves as another layer of protection for his body.

That means the self-defense system of the Battle Emperor's dead body is still on, even if the spiritual soul and the consciousness of the man are long gone.