The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1945

"There's no need to worry, young master. A holy land in the East Mainland is unworthy of mention in front of our Unworldly Sect. They're nothing!

Besides, it's not only us! So many sects are sending people after them.

It almost feels like we are a group of elephants, which are moving in to crush one tiny ant.

It's funny, you know. This is the first time I've ever seen such a thing happen."

Two middle-aged men were standing beside the young master of the Unworldly Sect. They were both stewards of the sect as well. One of them remarked, "If you ask me, it's quite obvious that everyone is targeting the treasures of this kid.

I think he's got a hell of a lot of treasures with him.

And I hear that guy also got the golden cushion from the hall of inheritance.

If he meditated sitting on that golden cushion, then he must have learnt something which was passed down from the ancient times.

We all know how formidable the martial arts skills from those times were, don't we?

They were even more powerful from the so-called secret martial arts skills.

If we can get our hands on all the martial arts heritage that kid has got, we'll be powerful men indeed.

We could also add one more ancient heritage to the Unworldly Sect,"

another one declared.

"Yes, you are right!"

The rest of them nodded in agreement.

"Alright folks! This time, we can't go back empty handed.

We must get everything that kid has,"

said a man who was about fifty years old and standing close-by.

He must have been very important because the other disciples of the Unworldly Sect would always look at this old man with awe.

And indeed, he was not only powerful, but also an influential elder of the Unworldly Sect.

He was even more powerful than Elder Cowell, whom Austin had killed.

On the warship.

"Ha-ha

Alright brat. We will meet again soon."

A boy, who looked merely eleven or twelve years old, stood on the helm of a flying aircraft with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing a mocking smile on his face. There was an air of power around him, despite his young age.

He was the Holy Son of the Black Inferno Sect.

"Austin, I won't be satisfied with the treasures you have. I want your body itself. Your physical strength is beyond comparison, and it would be a perfect resource for us to make you an intelligent corpse.

I will refine you into a walking corpse and you will become a loyal servant of mine.

It has been so many years, and now, I finally have a body that I really like,"

a stiff, pale young man in a black chariot far in the distance mumbled.

This was the Holy Son of the Nether Sect.

"Austin, you have killed a lot of disciples from our Heavenly Mysterious Sect. You're going to pay for it with your life, and the lives of every single person in the Flame Holy Land.

We are one of the best sects of the Divine Continent and you are nothing. You think a common disciple from the East Mainland can provoke our sect and live to tell the tale? No!

You deserve what is coming to you!"

a young man in a dark yellow coat, with a tall figure coldly said. He was standing on a ship.

This was the Holy Son of the Heavenly Mysterious Sect. He was famously known to be a genius in the Middle Pilgrim Land.

Besides these people who were going after Austin, several other powerful young cultivators, whom he had met in the Fallen Immortal World had also joined hands in a crusade against him.

These cultivators were all genius disciples, either from the Middle Pilgrim Land, or from the four major schools. They had all turned towards the Flame Holy Land simultaneously to hunt Austin down.

They all knew that Austin had robbed them of several treasures and chances that should have been theirs back in the Fallen Immortal World.

The people of some ancient sects, the four major schools, and the Ji Clan of the East Mainland joined hands, creating a terrible torrent armada and crashing over the East Mainland in unison.

The troops they carried with them exuded an intimidating aura, and wherever they passed, the heaven and the earth would seethe with their fury.

Thousands of them galloped past the vast deserts on the outskirts of the East Mainland at a fast speed.