The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Lyman had resided at the headquarters of the Magic Hand Sect, instead of joining the Southern Alliances Army.

So he didn't see Austin in person.

But he had seen Austin's portrait many times before this and was naturally quite familiar with Austin's appearance.

Evidently upon seeing Austin, Lyman immediately recognized him. Austin recently had enjoyed a high reputation on the South

Continent.

Lyman was a little taken aback to see Austin, because he hadn't invited Austin.

Lyman personally felt that Austin had intruded into his territory.

Other than Lyman, the senior members of the other sects also recognized Austin.

There was a dead silence all around and the air was filled with awkwardness.

Everyone simply stared at Austin in surprise.

"Welcome, welcome, Commander Austin; our Magic Hand Sect is made brighter by your presence!

Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable!"

Lyman tried to normalize the situation because as the leader of the Magic Hand Sect, he could handle it easily.

At first, Lyman did get surprised at Austin's arrival. But now he was proud about this sudden twist in the course of the events.

Austin was famous now. Lyman took his arrival as a good sign.

'Well, you are a master indeed. So what? Does it make a difference?

| am still the topmost pill refiner on the South Continent. You have no other option but to team up with me!

No warrior can even dare to disrespectat any point of time, *

Lyman thought to himself, self-satisfied.

"Arrange a seat for Commander Austin! Quickly, work fast!"

Lyman quickly let out the command. He looked extremely energetic.

"Lyman, you don't have to be so formal with me.

| am just here for the fun,"

Austin said flatly.

Austin absolutely hated Lyman from the very core of his heart. All he wanted to do was to tear Lyman into a million pieces and

finish him off as soon as possible.

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But his plan was greater. He first wanted Lyman to fall from grace and be dis reputed in front of everyone. He was waiting patiently

for the right point of time.

Austin was unnaturally cold, which was observed carefully by Lyman. He thought it was just Austin's snobbery that was being

displayed.

'Huh! Boy, how dare you put on that air in my presence?

If you askto help you refine elixirs next time, | will give you a piece of my mind, ' thought Lyman.

Lyman believed the reason why Austin chere without invitation was because Austin wanted to form an alliance with him and

bechis subordinate.

He was the top-level pill refiner on the South Continent. Lyman was confident that Austin would obviously ask for his help sooner or

later.

Lyman was determined that he would put up airs when Austin would beg for his elixirs.

In a short time, a disciple of the Magic Hand Sect finished arranging seats for Austin and Godwin.

The senior members of the other sects all greeted Austin cordially and welcomed him to join them.

Due to Austin's great influence, no one showed the audacity to neglect him or look down upon him.

Most of people on the platform were at the Semi-emperor Realm. And part of them had once joined the Southern Alliances Army,

so they all cup to Austin and greeted him.

Austin disliked and was awkward in handling such situations, but he had to present himself politely and accept the greetings.

Eventually, about an hour later, it was mid noon.

It was tfor Lyman to accept his new disciple formally.

In just sminutes, the noisy atmosphere was replaced by a pin drop silence.

All people looked expectantly towards the platform.

The ceremony would take place on the platform.

Several disciples of the Magic Hand Sect moved an incense burner, a big herbal pot and a huge portrait onto the platform.

There were three joss sticks in the incense burner. They were as thick as the arm of a muscular grown man.

These things were essential for the ceremony to be completed.

It was in fact a simple process.

Austin vaguely knew their utilities.

The herbal pot represented the Magic Hand Sect. Refining pills was fundamental for the Magic Hand Sect.

One could see a man in black robes with white hair on the portrait. It was Angus!

A sneer broke out on Austin's lips. Lyman put up Angus's portrait for the ceremony.

It seemed that he respected Angus as he was the founder of the Magic hand Sect.

But in fact, Lyman was the one who had secretly planned to slaughter Angus and had almost achieved it.

This proved Austin's point. He knew that Lyman was in reality a hypocrite.

Godwin, Julius and Peter also sneered along with Austin.

"It is twelve o'clock now. The ceremony begins right now!"

an elder of the Magic Hand Sect announced from the platform.

The elder, who was at the medium stage of Holy Realm, was a superior elder of the Magic Hand Sect.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

As the elder finished his words, there were fireworks booming around the square. The fireworks shot into the sky, making it colorful

and magnificent. It was a beautiful sight.

After about half an hour, the booming sound of fireworks finally stopped.

"Now, let us worship our sect's founder,"

the superior elder continued his speech.

The young man in black, who had sat beside Lyman, stood up and walked up to the portrait.

There was an incense burner placed in front of Angus's portrait.

With a wave of his hand, the superior elder sent out his vital energy force and lit the three arm-sized incenses in a jiffy.

"Trahan, this is our Magic Hand Sect's founder, Angus.

Anyone who wants to join in our Magic Hand Sect has to kneel before our sect's founder!

Now you are going to formally acknowledge our sect leader as your master for the future. Our leader is the disciple of our sect's

founder. It means that you are going to learn our sect's founder's secret skills and honor that. So you should kowtow our sect's

founder first and pledge allegiance,"

the superior elder uttered in a clear and loud voice.

"l understand,"

Trahan replied politely.

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He then knelt three times and kowtowed nine times before Angus's portrait.

Besides, while he was doing it, he said that he would be loyal to the Magic Hand Sect and work hard for the bright future of the

Magic Hand Sect. He pledged that he would never betray his sect ever.

"Now, kneel before your master,"

the superior elder ordered after Trahan finishing kowtowing before Angus's portrait.

Trahan instantly kowtowed to Lyman as per the order.

At the stime, a disciple of the Magic Hand Sect walked up to them with a teacup in his hand.

"Master, enjoy this beauty cup of tea, please!"

Trahan offered the sto Lyman while holding the teacup in his hand.

Lyman didn't accept it immediately though.

"Trahan, once you formally acknowledge our sect leader as your master, he will be your master forever! You will have to respect

and honor him forever from now on.

Remember, never betray your master and never disgrace the sect or play with its reputation.

Otherwise, even God won't forgive you. And our Magic Hand Sect won't let you get away with your life easily. You will have to pay

dearly.

Trahan, can you promise this kind of loyalty to your master and our sect forever?"

the superior elder suddenly asked loudly and seriously, almost as loud as a clap of thunder.

Trahan got alarmed by this loud noise.

"I promise | will!" replied Trahan while composing himself.

He had cback to his sense and understood what was happening.

However, someone uttered, at the smoment

"Well?

If someone in your Magic Hand Sect betrays his master and do something to ruin the sect's reputation, will you have the courage

and nerve to kill him?

| don't think you can do that."

All of a sudden, everyone could understood that the voice was filled with taunt and sneers.

It wasn't loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of everyone present over there.