The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 4913

Just then, a god of chaos entered into the space where Bartholomew lived.

He began approaching him slowly.

"Rory,

you're finally back!

You've been gone in search of Winston for so many years. Have you managed to find anything? A clue at least?

Is he dead or alive?"

Bartholomew asked frantically the moment he caught sight of the god of chaos.

"Sir, I haven't found his hideouts or even learned much of his whereabouts.

But one thing is for sure; he's still alive.

I sensed his aura several times, and even got close to him once.

But he seemed to have spotted me and escaped before I could get to him,"

Rory reported.

"So he really is alive."

Bartholomew frowned, unhappy with this news.

He was once Winston's disciple but had colluded with his master's enemy to set up a trap to take him down. Winston had almost lost his life in that ordeal.

Whether he was in fact dead or alive had been haunting Bartholomew for years now.

He knew that he would come for him one day to settle this, if he was still around.

Winston was once a famous super master in the Absolute Space Sea.

Bartholomew never had the confidence to defeat his master, even when he was at the peak of his powers.

Hearing that he was still alive had put Bartholomew in a sour mood.

"Keep looking for him. You must, at all costs, find him.

Take any men and use any resources you may need, just get the job done.

Do you understand?"

Bartholomew said to Rory with stern resolve.

"Got it!"

Rory answered with a firm, eager nod.

He knew Bartholomew was anxious to have Winston tracked down and in his grasp.

He had been conducting his search for him these years past.

"Winston, you may be alive, but there's still nothing you can do.

Those injuries you suffered back then were so severe it's impossible for you to have fully recovered from them so soon.

You've been keeping yourself hidden all these years. That must mean you're still quite seriously hurt.

When I find you, I will finish you off myself.

I could beat you back then and so it wouldn't be difficult to destroy you now,"

Bartholomew said through gritted teeth, stewing in his fury and hatred.

"Hey, you!

Spread the word that we'll be killing all his friends, one by one. The longer Austin doesn't show himself, the more of the ones he cares about will die.

Get it done!"

Bartholomew barked to one of his men after a moment of contemplation.

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate then scurried off to complete his assignment.

While this was going on, Austin was focused on his cultivation in the Fallen Divine Valley.

The cultivation methods and martial arts skills Winston had taught him were quite brilliant indeed. Austin was finding that his strength was increasing rapidly now.

It took a long time, but eventually, he had mastered the basic knowledge of what Winston had passed on to him.

He finished his cultivation for the time being and stepped out of the small world.

Winston sensed his aura and nodded with satisfaction and pride.

"Very good, Austin. You are quite the talent. You've already cultivated what I've taught you to such an impressive level, in such a short time," Winston remarked.

"I'm going to save my friends,"