"Bray?"
Austin was stunned upon hearing that.
He then immediately remembered the guy who wanted to marry a lot of Holy Daughters in order to form a legion of his own wives.
With that, he used his spiritual sense to try and figure out what was wrong with Bray.
On this island, a dozen of disciples from the Arcane Holy Land surrounded Bray in an open space.
Austin knew some of those disciples.
That included Stephen, the Holy Son, and Polly, the Holy Daughter.
But aside from the two of them, there was also an imposing young man. It was Chandler, the man Austin fought with not too long ago.
At this moment, Bray was trapped in the middle of the powerful crowd. He had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and he had several bloody wounds on his body. Obviously, he wasn't winning.
"Stephen, Polly — I have no enmity with the Arcane Holy Land! Why do you want to kill me? Aren't you afraid of my father's wrath and revenge once he knew what you two are doing?"
Bray asked pleadingly, but his eyes were filled with rage.
"Bray, you dirty bastard!" Polly, the Holy Daughter, said coldly. "You've insulted me in public several times. For that alone, you deserve to die!"
Her figure was stunning, and her skin was as white as ivory. She was, indeed, a very attractive woman despite her anger.
"Ha-ha! Bray! Don't even try using your father as a scare tactic against me!
This is the Spiritual Tower! If I kill you here, no one will ever know! Heck, no one will ever find your body!" Stephen, the Holy Son, shouted, a chuckle escaping his lips every other word.
"But you know what? I'll give you one chance. I'm not a monster.
Tell me where Austin is.
If you do, I'll let you go. I promise you that."
A sneer was starting to creep onto his lips. He was exuding a bright purple light, making him stunning.
"I've told you so many times!" Bray shouted, exasperated. "I don't know Austin, whoever that man is!
How would I know where he is?"
His voice was trembling, which was a clear sign of how anxious he was.
"Bray, don't be like that. Stop acting like a fool!" Stephen said coldly, the smile on his face vanishing.
"Three years ago, outside of the Purple Moon Mansion, Austin fought us just to help you. By the end of that battle, you left with Austin.
Later, Austin made a scene at the Purple Moon Mansion. I clearly saw that the sword he used was white, which further proved that the person who helped you outside the Purple Moon Mansion was none other than Austin! Yes, Austin was dressed up trying to conceal his true identity, but he wouldn't fool me! I know his tricks!"
His eyes were now very wide, as if he was becoming maniacal.
"Even if that was Austin, I didn't know that it was him at that time!
Also, I never contacted him again after that. How would I know where he is?"
Bray argued.
"Okay, then. Since you insist that you don't know where Austin is, don't blame me for doing what I'm about to do.
Don't worry. I will be quick. You won't feel anything. What's better is, your father will never find out I killed you. Ha-ha!"
Stephen then turned to Chandler.
"Chandler, kill him!" he ordered.
"Understood, Stephen,"
Chandler answered immediately.
Boom!
Nine bright starry rivers rushed out of his body and rushed to Bray.
"Damn it! Screw all of you!"
Bray roared angrily. As soon as he stretched out his hands, an ax of incredible size appeared in his hand. As he swung the ax with his hands, he rolled up a surging vital energy force and aimed it at Chandler.
The two commenced their battle.
The sound of fierce fighting reached Austin's ears.
Immediately, he thought, 'I didn't expect that Bray would have been bullied because of me.
Well, I guess in that case, I'll help him once more.
Also, the disciples of the Arcane Holy Land are the enemies of the Flame Holy Land.'
With this in mind, Austin took out his Invincible Bow and aimed at Chandler, who was fiercely fighting with Bray.
A moment later, a million purple light arrows were rushing towards Chandler.
Chandler was more powerful than Bray, and unfortunately Bray was hurt now.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Supreme God of Martial Arts