The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1962

"Ha-ha, good, very good. It turns out that I fought with people who can't afford to lose,"

Austin snorted coldly.

Elder Saul of the Unworldly Sect made sure that it would be impossible for him to kill the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect.

Elder Saul was a great master at the Immortal Transforming Realm. He had a reputation to be terrifying when he needed to be. Austin knew he had to concede, despite the fact that his battle with the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect was supposed to be life-and-death. He made no effort to hide his annoyance at being forced to give up.

"You!" Elder Saul pointed a finger at Austin, too irritated to say anything. After a pause, he continued, "Young man, I hope that you'll be able to live long enough to grow even stronger in the future."

Elder Saul threatened as he looked at Austin coldly.

"Don't worry about me. I will live long and grow even stronger!"

Austin promised with a smirk.

He would never show any sign of weakness, especially to those who wanted to kill him. No one, not even a great master at the Immortal Transforming Realm would see him falter.

The feud between him and the Unworldly Sect was long-lasting. It would not stop unless one of them perished in battle.

At this point, begging for peace would be futile. Austin would rather fight until his last breath.

"Holy Heritor, you have won. This is your booty,"

Mr. Fang, whose hair and beard had turned winter-white from his old age, said. With a wave of his creased hand, five semi-omnipotent herbs and a Teleportation Rune were placed in front of Austin.

These were the treasures that the Holy Son of the Unworldly Sect had just taken out to bet with Austin.

"Thank you so much, sir!"

Austin thanked Mr. Fang as he carefully put away the treasures.

This old man was a great master at the Immortal Transforming Realm!

Until now, Austin still felt shocked at how powerful the old man in front of him was. He couldn't help but look at him with awe.

It was unexpected to see such an old man living in seclusion at the Five Elements City be a great master at the Immortal Transforming Realm. He wasn't even known in the East Mainland.

'It seems that all the great masters are hiding among the common people!' Austin thought to himself.

The people around the fighting area who came to watch the battle were dumbfounded by the result.

The Holy Son of an ancient sect from the Middle Pilgrim Land almost lost his life here.

Almost everyone had their eyes fixed on Austin.

The young disciples from the ancient sects and four schools of the Middle Pilgrim Land had their mouths open in disbelief. Some of them were still in denial about the result and had resorted to whispering disparagingly among themselves.

Meanwhile, an eruption of excited cheers could be heard from the headquarters of the Flame Holy Land.

The members of the Flame Holy Land could feel nothing but pride for Austin, the Holy Heritor of their land.

The young warriors from the East Mainland felt the same excitement and pride for Austin as well.

It seemed that even the talented disciples from the ancient sects in the Middle Pilgrim Land were not invincible.

Many young cultivators in the East Mainland thought the same as well.

However, Austin already had his eyes fixed on a young man clad in white clothes. Austin knew that he belonged to the White Tiger School.

That young man was Henry Ji.

"It seems that we underestimated you before,"

Henry said coldly, a surly look painted on his face.

He didn't expect Austin to wield such incredible power within him. He was taken aback.

"What? Are you getting scared? Do you suddenly regret your decision to fight against me?"

Austin sneered. His lips curled to one side as he looked at him.

"You... are extremely arrogant!"

Henry snarled, feeling irritated at Austin's attitude.

"I'm an arrogant man. So what? Do you have any problem with that?" Austin goaded. "Come here then! I will kill you!"

Austin continued disdainfully.

Henry was from the Ji Clan of the East Mainland.

The Ji Clan was an enemy to the Flame Holy Land. Both parties held long-established grudges against each other.

They had even dispatched its elite disciples just to eradicate the Flame Holy Land.

Austin, naturally, wouldn't show respect to anyone who came from the Ji Clan.

"Rubbish is always rubbish. You can't make a big scene.

Do you think just because you have a few skills that you're already better than everyone?" Henry asked with a malicious glare.

"Well, I will soon let you know that extreme joy begets sorrow!"

Henry snapped, and the murderous intent in his voice was evident.

Two streams of black vital energy rushed out from Henry's back and turned into a pair of pitch-black wings.

The pair of wings flapped around aggressively, gusts of wind blowing violently in every direction. It came with a terrible energy pressure, as if it was threatening to blow everything to pieces and send them to the void.