The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1493

"How bold of you, you wretched beast! How dare you shame the Vasteras Holy Land! That's unacceptable.

You are really an arrogant prick, aren't you? Let me teach you a lesson on how to shut your mouth!"

Steward Gren broke into a rage for Austin's impoliteness and recklessness. His furious eye pierced through the young man.

Suddenly, Austin heard a massive blast over his head. Looking upwards, he saw the air span dramatically like a massive whirlwind filled with tremendous energy seething around it. It came from nowhere as if the Heavenly God had sent out his punishment without notice.

A huge golden palm appeared in the middle of the whirlwind and stretched downwards at a fleeting speed. With a rumble produced by the violent air circling it, the gigantic palm dashed downwards at Austin at its full speed.

"The force of enlightening!

Steward Gren is a terrible opponent, Austin! The skill he is using is the force of enlightening. It's powerful than any forces you've ever experienced before!"

Austin heard the Flame Emperor exclaim in his Soul Sea.

'So this is the force of enlightening?'

murmured Austin to himself while staring at the bizarre display above his head in a trance.

The gigantic golden palm seemed to contain a power equal to the energy of nature. It stirred the entire competition arena and blew winds of sand and stone like hurricanes. Waves of cloud seethed as if they were boiling while the roars of the whirlwind filled everyone's ears. All spectators panicked at this terrifying scene and backed off as quickly as they could.

Austin felt a mighty pressing force from above his head, rendering him immobile. He could not even think straight as if his thoughts were imprisoned by such overwhelming energy.

"As an elderly warrior, don't you feel ashamed in bullying your junior? Hmm?" said someone suddenly in an indignant tone. Austin turned to check and saw the old man who had spoken in support of him.

His resonating voice caused visible rippling waves of air. With the help of vital energy force from the old man, the airwaves surged into the sky at lightning speed.

A mild noise resounded as the airwave hit the golden palm.

Austin glanced upward again and saw the golden palm immediately disappear into nothing under the colliding force of the airwave. The sky then became peaceful as if nothing had happened. Not a sign of a terrible hurricane was left up there.

As a result, Steward Gren's face darkened as he looked at the old man with fury in his eyes.

"Every country has its own Martial Arts Tournament. They hold it to help each sect in the East Mainland select its desired disciples.

It's funny that the Vasteras Holy Land has the absurd idea to have the champion of the tournament be a servant in your sect.

This young man does not seem to be interested in such a stupid arrangement. Are you going to force that to him?

You know, I have no time to talk nonsense. So, let me just make my announcement real quick––Austin is a disciple of the Flame Holy Land from this moment on.

With that, I advise you to mind your own business, Steward Gren. Do not step into the affairs of our sect or bother those we care for, or I'll not be polite, lest civil, to you.

Let's go, Austin!"

The old man immediately turned around as soon as he was done with his speech, leaving no chance for the Steward Gren to rebuke his words.

Austin took hold of Caroline's hand and followed the old man in his departure.