Not only Austin but also all of the masters did not even think of approaching the palace.
From afar, they could already see and feel the powerful aura being released by the figure standing firm at the doorsteps. It was as if they were going to suffocate if they even moved an inch closer.
There stood an elder who was emanating a dazzling light. From where he was standing, it appeared as if he was completely blazing.
However, contrary to the atmosphere he was emitting, the elder looked like an ordinary old man with white clothes on.
"You right there. You're the one who took away my natural vessel of immortal energy; am I right?"
the elder asked while glaring sharply at Austin.
That sent a chill all over Austin's body. He felt so helpless in front of this seemingly powerful beast.
"Ha! You even knew how to use that Taoist robe. Were those trees the ones who helped you?" the elder scoffed as he noticed Austin's clothing.
"Well guess what? That robe is of inferior quality… and so it's useless. You may hold on to that if you wish,"
the old man continued to ridicule him.
To his relief, Austin could still sense no ill-intent from the elder's tone despite all he said.
'It's just a piece of cake for this old man to take my life in an instant, ' he thought to himself.
"Hmm, there are eight trees around here.
I think I owe them a debt," the elder mumbled in a low voice while ignoring all the other masters.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into thin air.
After a few seconds, his hand reappeared with eight enormous trees wrapped around it. These were none other than the holy trees.
Obtaining an object from a great distance within seconds was an exceptional omnipotent skill, but to think that he did it to grab the huge holy trees was even more unimaginable.
Cultivators had only heard about this in legends, but the elder gave them the shock of their lives by performing it right before their eyes.
All the masters were stunned in astonishment.
'This old man is definitely out of our league. We have not even seen his real strength!' they thought to themselves.
"Damn it! Who the hell did this?!
We have been through so much, and finally met together. Who is conceited enough to disturb our peace?!"
the supreme holy tree screamed furiously as it tried to free itself of the elder's grip.
"It is me…"
the old man replied haughtily with a smirk on his face.
"T-Taoist Ancestor?!" Sherman was taken aback upon hearing his voice.
"You old bastard!" the holy purple tree cursed.
The eight holy trees were all petrified at the sight of the old man. An abundance of mixed feelings surged out soon afterward. They were mostly of anger, frustration, and recollection of the horrible past.
"You old fool, I wanted to settle the score with you a long time ago.
You had the guts to take us into this remote universe, separating us in the process for several years… and now this? You must pay with your life!" the supreme holy tree shouted as it pointed at the elder's face with its thick branches.
The supreme holy tree and the holy purple tree were hot-tempered. When they realized what was going on, they hastily went into a rage.
"Just let it go, Woodrow. Don't you remember that the Taoist Ancestor helped us before?
If it weren't for him, who knows how many million years it would have taken before we had become this powerful?"
Sherman tried to persuade and talk some sense into the supreme holy tree.
"Little Woodrow, little Clint… would you mind telling me how exactly are you going to make me pay?" the old man asked with interest.
He did not even sound angry. It just showed how confident he was with his power.
Austin became amused by the conversation. 'The supreme holy tree always acts as a highly senior elder. Now, this old man is calling him little Woodrow. This makes me laugh.'
The other masters in attendance got nothing to do but stand still and listen to the old man silently.
The elder referred to as the Taoist Ancestor was unbelievably powerful that he controlled all the space around him
"How about this, you old piece of crap? I remember you robbed a lot of treasures back then.
Where did you hide the most precious and valuable ones?
If you tell me that, then I guess we can call it even," the supreme holy tree proposed cunningly, its leaves rustling restlessly.
It was as if it had waited for such a long time just for this chance to come.
"Ha-ha! Oh, are you sure about that, little Woodrow?
The moment you get your hands on those divine treasures, a whole lot of noteworthy creatures from all over the universe would know that. Those greedy men will hunt you down to obtain those treasures. Do you seriously think that you can fend off every single one of them, and keep those treasures all to yourself?" the elder jested.
Upon hearing this, the supreme holy tree got discouraged. It was hard for it to swallow the truth.
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