The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 330

Austin used his Illusory Swordsmanship as soon as he came out of the Ghost-devouring Flag. More than thirty streaks of sword-light immediately shot out from his sword and cut the four people from the Ghost Sect.

The four of them had all reached the premium stage of Earth Realm, so in spite of Austin's mighty fighting power, it shouldn't have been possible for him to wound all of them at the same time with just a single move.

However, all of them had been wounded by Austin's Spiritual Sense Flying Needle and badly injured. Since their souls were injured, the four men were short of breath.

Besides, they hadn't expected Austin to attack as soon as they all got out of the Ghost-devouring Flag, so they hadn't been able to react in time.

Austin didn't just stop there.

Right after his first attack, he used his Wind-commanding Skill to stride forward at a pace of 30 meters every step. In a flash, he stood right in front of the man whose left eye had been pierced by the sword-light from Austin's sword.

The man was already shocked and infuriated by the injury in his left eye and was worried about whether he would permanently lose that eye. Now that Austin was standing right in front of him, he was confused about whether he was seeing things clearly.

Once he realized that Austin was indeed standing right in front of him, he was overwhelmed with anger and grief.

"How dare you!" he spat.

He wanted to attack Austin.

But before the man could do anything, Austin harnessed his strength and threw a punch at him without any hesitation.

There was a dull thud when Austin's fist came into contact with the man's body.

Austin's punch immediately sent the man flying backward until he crashed against the wall of the cave.

The force sent a tremor through the ground and the walls of the cave.

There was the sound of bones cracking before the man fell face-first onto the ground, his weak and wounded body lying there like a pile of mud.

At this moment, all that man could do was exhale. He had difficulty breathing in. "Damn it! You..." And with that, his life left his body.

The other three men from the Ghost Sect were shocked and frightened to see that Austin had killed their man so fast and ferociously with his resolute moves.

Austin didn't allow himself to relax even though he had killed one of the men with such ease. After all, he was still in the enemy's lair. He knew that it would be impossible for him to escape if the ten corpse generals and hundreds of mummies swarmed toward him.

Right now, the sole option for Austin was to swiftly kill the other three men from the Ghost Sect. Only after that could he plan what to do next.

With that thought, he immediately shifted his attention to the remained three men as soon as the first one was dead and attacked them with over thirty streaks of sword-light.

At the same time, he swiftly jumped on one of the three men.

The streaks of sword-light revealed his level four sword intent. Each streak of sword-light contained Austin's vital energy force and reflected his understanding of swordsmanship. The sword gave off numerous streaks of intense light which were either horizontal or vertical.

Anyway, all the three men from the Ghost Sect were at the premium stage of Earth Realm. In the face of Austin's attacks, they made their respective moves in succession to counterattack him.

One of the men released a sinister and ferocious pitch black ghost which soared and stopped Austin from moving ahead.

The second man took out a stick like the one held by a son in a funeral procession. It was black at one end and white at the other end. As soon the man wielded the stick, gusts of ghostly wind began to blow into the cave and the cave turned pitch black. It seemed that the Black and White Ghosts were coming to the human world to collect the souls of human beings. Pitch black streams of strong corpse miasma were erupting out of both ends of the stick. The corpse miasma emitted a sickly stench.

The third man took out a little bell and shook it. The bell immediately expanded in size and became as large as a washbasin. As he shook the bell, funeral music rang out through the cave. The funeral music sounded as if many ghosts and demons were weeping. Anyone who heard the sound would be scared out of their wits.

Still using his Illusory Swordsmanship, Austin strode forward and appeared in front of the man who was holding the mourning stick.

The man widened his eyes in shock but continued to sway the stick, producing a heavy stream of corpse miasma.

In an instant, Austin was engulfed by the corpse miasma.

Seeing this, the man holding the stick was filled with relief.

He laughed and exclaimed, "No matter how powerful you are, as long as you breathe in my infernal corpse miasma, you will die! And if not, you will surely become paralyzed!"

He had spent years in cultivation to be able to create this kind of infernal corpse miasma, so he knew how vicious it was. He was confident that since this warrior had been exposed to his corpse miasma, he would definitely suffer the pain of flesh and bone erosion.