The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1955

"Old man, all losers are losers in my mind.

Stop speaking all this nonsense.

You're stronger than me today, so what? Tomorrow, you might not be.

You have the choice to kill me or set me free, but let me ask you this:

do you really think you kill me because you're upholding justice?

Look at what happened to Elder Cowell from your sect! In the Fallen Immortal World, he wanted me dead too.

It was either I die or he does.

What's the point of justice?

Besides, nothing is fair. The disciples from the old sects and four schools in the Middle Pilgrim Land belittle everyone else if we don't stand up for ourselves.

It's ridiculous to believe that all the treasures and opportunities in the Fallen Immortal World should belong to the disciples of the old sects and four schools.

All the treasures in the Fallen Immortal World are ownerless and they are there to fall into lucky hands.

I had the better luck back then. And I'm stronger than you, even if you don't believe it. So, I deserve them.

These cowards from the old sects and four schools don't deserve anything.

When they couldn't defeat me, they turned to their sects and elders to put pressure on me.

Well, you know what? It should be a competition between the younger generation only. Now you're bringing a master of the Immortal Transforming Realm.

Ha-ha. It's all so ridiculous.

I feel ashamed for you! The elite disciples of the old sects and four schools? Bah!

You are just a bunch of rubbish!"

Austin ranted, struggling against his invisible bonds. When he had finished, he raised his head and began laughing hysterically.

For a moment, there was dead silence again.

The disciples of the old sects and four schools had realized that Austin was right. They were all nothing but cowards.

Austin's words had jabbed into their sore spots like long needles, twisting and prodding.

If they could take it all back and had it only be a competition between the group of young people, they would.

However, they had invited their sect people and elders, which was a humiliation to them.

They were so speechless that no one of them could defend themselves.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Before Austin could turn his head, Elder Saul waved his hand and invisible punches in the form of wind made contact with Austin's face.

As he opened his eyes, Austin could feel his cheeks had already begun to swell.

"Nice one! The crap deserves this!

He is vicious and sinful. How dare he continue to fight back?

Elder Saul, beat him to death!"

the young master of the Unworldly Sect yelled with excitement. He clapped his hands and jumped up and down. He was no longer ashamed of his decision.

"He's right!

This rubbish is so reckless. He's trying to make excuses when he should be apologizing. This time, we can't let him go..."

Loud conversation broke out between the other young cultivators from the old sects and four schools who had conflict with Austin. Some of them burst into eager laughter.

Among them, only one person stayed quiet. Isis was standing with the crowd from the Moon Palace and shaking with fear.

'Why is he still acting like this? Doesn't he know when to be smart and shut up?

What should I do now?'

Isis thought, watching Austin's face continue to blow up like a balloon.

Her mind was blank.

She knew that no one could save Austin in this situation because Elder Saul was a reclusive elder of the Immortal Transforming Realm.