The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2737

"Be careful!"

Catching sight of the purple crystal balls, the elder in grey controlled the silver umbrella, the purple bell, and the black stela to float around the young man to protect him.

Boom!

Two Purple Thunder Bombs exploded, sending multiple thunderbolts raining down on the young man.

"Elder Ferris, help!" scream the young man in sheer fright.

His legs wobbled, almost causing him to fall on the ground.

"Put on my Giant Arhat Clothes!" Elder Ferris shouted.

He immediately stripped off his yellow clothes and helped the young man put it on. The yellow regalia emitted dazzling lights, instantly blocking all the thunderbolts.

The small silver umbrella, the purple bell, and the black stela were pulverized entirely on the spot, leaving nothing but specks of dust.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang wildly from the void.

"How was that?"

confidently asked the figure.

It was none other than the gnome, who made his presence known with a grin painted on his lips.

"It's you, gnome!"

Peacock Princess, Stacy, and Isis all exclaimed at the same time, obviously elated to see the handsome man.

Quite frankly, the gnome was now quite a celebrity among the youngsters of the Immortal End World.

He and Violet were the elites of the Immortal End School, and almost everyone in the Immortal End World knew them.

While they still hung up with the astonishment of the other people, two figures rushed towards them.

They were Herbert and Evan.

"How dare you lay your hand on Tin's women?! You're courting death!

Come on, Evan, let's go teach them a lesson for Tin," Herbert arrogantly said, bidding to charge with anger.

Herbert and Evan were at the Immortal Realm, and bluntly speaking, it was thanks to Austin, who provided them with the leading cultivation resources.

On top of that, many great masters in the Immortal End World guided Evan and Herbert without reservation because they were friends with Austin.

Even the most experienced teachers of the Immortal End School often spared time coaching them in their cultivation.

In other words, they were highly privileged to receive such treatment, merely because they were Austin's best friends.

That was why Evan and Herbert had it easy all along, breaking through high-level cultivation bases when everything was already laid out on them.

Yet, they were famous among the young cultivators in the Immortal End World because of their terrifying powers

"No one can hurt the women Tin cares about. You've made a huge mistake!

I will not allow anyone to offend him.

Not on my watch!" Evan bellowed furiously.

Then, with his furrowed brows, he threw five Purple Thunder Bombs at the young man.

"Ha-ha! I'll let you know what I am capable of, you nobody!" Herbert declared in an overbearing manner.

He then threw another six of Purple Thunder Bombs at the young man again, making it all eleven in counting.

The bombs aggressively shot towards the young man at the same time.

A Purple Thunder Bomb could injure or even kill a great master at the same level as the sect ancestor.

One could only imagine how terrifying a Purple Thunder Bombs was––not to mention eleven of them charging at the same time.

Dozens of influential and powerful figures might be blown up if they were ever bombed with it.

As the bombs started to emit smoke, the place instantly turned into an uproar.

Screams and wailing filled the entire place as if the world was on the verge of ending.

"Ahhh!

Elder Ferris, help me!" the young man yelled in a panic.

Chills suddenly ran down his spine, trembling in terror like he was on the edge of death.

"Run, young master! Run!" Elder Ferris shouted.

At the sight of so many Purple Thunder Bombs, he was also panic-stricken and stupefied on his feet.

As much as he did not want to admit, his legs were trembling and wobbling in trepidation.

The next moment, as the young man and Elder Ferris prayed to the gods for their safety, the bombs exploded altogether.

The spot right where the young man stood was destroyed and reduced into nothingness.

A figure, overbearing with immense power, rushed out of the young man's head.

"Who are you, bold guy? How dare you lay a hand on my grandson?"