The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 4267

Billowing sound waves were transmitted into the Purple Divine Mountain.

For a split second, there was no whispering noise or rustling—bereft of any sound as the tremors of the waves spread.

Since the establishment of the Purple Sword Sect, there had never been a time when all the people of the sect came out to meet someone,

not even the emissary of the Long Sword Sect.

In the entire existence of the Purple Sword Sect, this had been the most humiliating experience they had.

As they all waited with bated breaths, something exploded.

Boom!

The Purple Divine Mountain violently trembled, as if an earthquake was taking place.

Endless dazzling sword auras spurted out and soared into the sky.

Horrendous figures endlessly poured out of the mountain.

Their faces were etched with suppressed rage. They were exuding animosity as potent as lava—burning, slicing, and fiery.

The Purple Sword Sect flared up in anger.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

"How dare you barge inside the Purple Sword Sect and cause havoc in our place?! This is going to be your death sentence!"

All the sword cultivators' faces were distorted in unexplainable rage. They roared harshly, pointed at Austin and the others and cursed frantically.

"You arrogant piece of shit!"

Austin, unperturbed, simply shook his head and smiled amidst their rage.

"Mr. Lin, the Purple Sword Sect's development has skyrocketed due to the support of the Long Sword Sect over the years.

They have annexed a lot of three and four class forces. Hence, they have established a certain superiority complex towards others.

For you to insult them like this? Their ego cannot take it. They're so used to being the ones on top,"

Garth commented as he stepped closer to Austin.

"That's true."

Austin simply sighed in agreement.

"You're the one who came to our headquarters, you brat!

This is a humiliation!

Trampling on our dignity like this is not something we can let go!

Today, even if we fight to the death, we will defend the reputation of our sect!"

Winslow appeared and angrily accused Austin.

He was followed by a large number of senior leaders of the Purple Sword Sect.

"We will defend our sect's reputation!" "We will defend our sect's reputation!" "We will defend our sect's reputation!"

As soon as Winslow finished speaking, his people started chanting.

A buzz of excitement ran through the crowd. Every member of the sect was ready to fight.

"Heh, it looks like they're more than ready to put up a fight." Garth chuckled.

"Maybe you have forced them too hard,"

he added.

"Well, in that case, I'll just defeat them,"

Austin calmly remarked.

As soon as he finished speaking,

he stretched out his hand

and drew forward.

In the midst of the Purple Divine Mountain, there was a faint sword light seen.

It was not a secret sword skill, but a sword light that Austin forged himself.

The sword aura in Austin's body was simple.

It was no longer brilliant—it was faint.

However, it was by no means weak.

The sword light Austin released

instantly entered the Purple Divine Mountain and swept across it.

It immediately brought heavy casualties! Numerous disciples of the Purple Sword Sect were cut into pieces by the sword light.

Things happened way too fast for them to react. They did not even have the opportunity to dodge it.

Among those who perished were divine gods.

Some were even genuine divine gods.

Strong and powerful they might be, but in the face of Austin's attack, they were reduced to carcasses.

In just a single sword strike, he had already wiped out thousands of disciples.