The Supreme God of Martial Arts

The leaders of the four clans in the Heavenly Kingdom finally made up their minds. They decided to join forces with Lyman to fight

against Austin.

Besides those sects and clans, even the leaders and reclusive elders of another dozen of sects said that they would also side with

Lyman against Austin.

The sects included the Thunder Sect and the Cyan Sect in the Elite Holy Kingdom and the Holy Sect in the Purple Phoenix Holy

Kingdom.

They all had trouble with Austin in the past.

These people who decided to work with Lyman were convinced that the Saint Pill Array above the square could take Austin and

bring him down from power.

They were willing to take their chances against Austin. He had been a threat to them for a while now. They couldn't miss this

opportunity to take him down.

The people from the sects who had joined forces now stared at Austin silently. They were eager to know what was going on in his

mind.

Amidst the tense situation, Austin surprisingly glanced at his enemies with a lingering smile on his face. No one could see through

his mind. His face did not hint anything.

Upon seeing so many sects sided with him, Lyman grew confident. He couldn't help but break out laughing. He thought that he had

the upper hand now.

"So what, Austin? You've now realized how stupid you were, haven't you?

I've given you a chance, but you just wasted it. You deserve this.

Humph! No matter how strong you are, you're not going to make it out of here alive," Lyman declared with so much hatred.

He intently stared at Austin with so much disdain.

The instant he exclaimed his last word, he leaped into the air in a flash. He was as fast as lightning.

He gracefully made different gestures with his hands. He formed mysterious spiritual sense symbols and hit them on the array. He

looked like a vicious soldier on the battlefield who would not let his opponent escape his attacks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of his attacks resonated in the area. The low rumble coming from the array echoed throughout the square.

Lyman evidently sent the message to communicate with the array.

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"Ha-ha! You can't get away from us. Get ready, everyone. Let's end this brat's life together!

I'm going to activate the array to launch a frontal attack towards him. All you need to do is to hit him at a critical moment,"

Lyman said to his comrades as he floated mid-air.

"Austin, you rush towards the pot made of spiritual power above the square. Then I'll control the array. Do it right now!"

Angus's voice rang out in Austin's Soul Sea. His voice was unfaltering and he sounded like a true soldier.

Without any hesitation, Austin followed his instructions. The conviction in his voice ordered Austin to comply.

He immediately displayed the Diabolic Flashing Skill. The next thing he knew, he was levitating in the sky below the huge herbal

pot.

"What is this?

Are you trying to run away, little brat?

Give up! The Saint Pill Array has locked down the square including the area above it. No one can leave as long as the array exists.

You're not going anywhere," Lyman said, looking at Austin above the square.

His eyes shone with triumph as he delivered his words.

He then threw his head back and burst into laughter again. He couldn't waste this precious opportunity to taunt Austin.

"Austin, you son of a bitch! You deserve this.

| finally got a chance to let this anger out. I'm going to rip you to a million pieces," the leader of the New Moon Sect—Laura

shouted with spite.

The look on her face was full of disdain.

"Lyman, you old bastard, do you think you can putdown today?

That's ridiculous," Austin said, fixing his eyes on Lyman. He threw a look at the people who had joined forces against him with a

deadly threat.

"And you. | didn't plan to involve you in this.

But now that you have threatened to take my life, I'll show you no mercy.

I'm going to kill all of you!"

Austin declared, glancing at all of them with pure rage in his eyes.

Austin's initial plan was to only take care of Lyman and eliminate him to avenge Angus.

What he didn't expect was to find that these people from other sects and clans had joined forces in an attempt to destroy him.

Austin was not a kind person. Since they meant to take him out, he wouldn't hesitate to take their lives in this battle.

The deadly promise in his scornful voice matched the killing intent in his eyes. Those who had joined Lyman felt their legs wobble

as their fear of him grew with his every word. The other people present on the battlefield felt shivers in their spine too.

They couldn't help but think that Austin was a ruthless, powerful man. He would not show mercy at all. They had all angered him.

The moment Austin finished speaking, a shadow flashed above the square.

In an instant, a white-haired elder dressed in a black robe turned up beside Austin.

He dashed into the herbal pot formed by the spiritual power swirling above Austin's head.

The elder began performing hand gestures and created vital energy formulas which integrated into the void.

This mysterious guest wearing a robe as black as the night was none other than Angus.

He sprang into action immediately as he arrived. He was trying to take control of the Saint Pill Array from Lyman as fast as he

could.

Once that array was under his control, he could have the chance to handle Lyman.

From the moment Angus appeared on the battlefield, Lyman had his eyes fixated at him. His eyes full of triumph turned to a

mixture of shock and horror. He looked at the man in pure disbelief.

Five hundred years ago, he battled and brought this man down. He was almost sure that this elder had already died then!

He never thought that this moment would come. It never occurred to him that Angus had cback to life again.

A man who was supposed to be dead and buried thousands of feet below the ground was alive and fighting in front of him!

Lyman's mind went blank for a moment. He was in an internal debate as he exclaimed in his head continuously, 'He is not real. It's

impossible. He died five hundred years ago.’

As Angus showed up behind him, Austin threw Lyman a look. He observed the man with a playful look in his eyes wanting to taunt

him. He was sure Lyman would be shocked seeing Angus alive. He released a satisfied smirk as he noticed the changes in Lyman's

expressions.

Even the other people on the square were stunned at the sight of Angus. The power and aura radiating from him lingered in the air.

Finally remembering that they were in the middle of a battle, Lyman snapped to his senses.

"This is not good!" Lyman exclaimed.

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He was shocked to find that he was losing control over the Saint Pill Array.

"No, | must stop him!" he screeched. His face was full of panic as he prepared a countermove.

He started to draw various formulas in the air as he tried to regain full control of the array again.

"You old bastard, it's too late."

There was no way Austin would watch Lyman snatch the control of the array from Angus. He immediately launched an attack to the

man.

"Swoosh!"

The overwhelming evil aura filled the air. A beam of black light emerged from the evil aura and stood in front of Lyman. There

appeared Austin's demonic avatar. Lyman was not prepared for that attack.

The demonic avatar swung fiercely at Lyman. All of a sudden, darkness devoured the square and no one could see anything.

It attacked Lyman with the powerful Demon Punch.

"Bang!"

The cunningly low sound rang.

After that, the darkness disappeared and everybody could now see things clearly.

A figure cinto their view. It was no other than Lyman. He stepped back with blood coming out of his mouth.

"I'm Angus An—the founder of the Magic Hand Sect. | got killed by my rebellious disciple, Lyman five hundred years ago.

And now... I'm back.

From now on, Lyman is no longer the leader of the Magic Hand Sect. He will be nothing but a traitor."

Angus's flat voice reverberated throughout the square. However, his words spoke of a deadly promise.

A deafening silence enveloped the whole area.

Everyone present on the square was dumbfounded. They kept staring at Angus with wide eyes.

Lyman's face paled instantly. All the blood drained from his face.

"No, that's impossible. I'm sure | ended this old bastard long ago," Lyman murmured, gaping at the elder who was wearing a black

robe.

He still couldn't believe that Angus was here, alive.