The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 932

"Crack! Crack!"

The man ran as fast as he could, mustering all his might. As a warrior at the preliminary stage of Astral Realm, he moved rather quickly.

However, his pace was still too slow compared with the lightening.

The earsplitting claps of thunders exploded and echoed throughout the sky. They were so loud and ominous that the cultivators could not help but cover their ears.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen of lightning bolts fell from the sky and struck the man with great precision.

"Ahhh!"

He let out a chilling scream as his shield was smashed into pieces by the lightning.

Swirls of smoke rose from his body. He rolled on the ground in pain, over and over again, trying to dispell the despair. Yet it didn't make any difference. Right then, another streak of lightning came down and hit him. As a result, he was blasted forcefully and fell down on the edge of the square.

His body was charred and smoking.

"Oh my god!"

The other warriors were seized with fear. They didn't realize how powerful the lightning was until the charred body was present right in front of their eyes. It was utterly horrible. The smell of the burning flesh sent them a clear message to stay away, or they would be faced with the same miserable consequences.

The horrible dead body and the smell that came from it sent a chill through those who were trying hard to approach the gate of the palace. They grew more alert as they proceeded, afraid that the thunder and lightning would do the same to them.

Despite this, no one retreated.

They all believed firmly that inside this palace, there must be some precious and rare treasures.

It was an once in a lifetime chance! Their greed for the treasures blinded them so that they valued them more than their own lives.

More and more warriors joined the team marching towards the gate. They took out their magic treasures to protect themselves, channeled all their vital energy forces, and walked to the gate step by step.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Ouch!"

All of a sudden, dozens of lightning bolts dropped from the sky and hit another warrior of the Astral Realm.

She was a middle-aged woman dressed in blue clothes and at the intermediate stage of Astral Realm. She was a mature, charming beauty.

But after the lightning struck, she became a total mess, with her magic treasure smashed into pieces and her clothes torn by the lightning. Her skin, which had once been fair and pretty, was scorched black. Likewise, she was knocked off and thrown to the edge of the square, thumping onto the ground, lifeless.

Her clothes had been torn from her blackened form, and yet her shapeliness remained.

Some of the male warriors peeped at her from the corner of their eye. Secretly, they couldn't help but stare at her like pathetic animals.

"No!"

a short and scrawny middle-aged man roared in anguish. He rushed towards the woman as quickly as he could. "Wake up! Stay with me! Stay with me," he muttered with a pained voice. At the same time, he took out a pill with his shivering hand and made her swallow it. Then he hurriedly helped her sit up straight on the ground and crouched down next to her. Putting his palms against her back, he began to channel his internal strength and transfer his vital energy to her, hoping this would help her recover a bit.