The Supreme God of Martial Arts

In the Divine Continent, each sect owned a top-grade magic weapon— but not all of them the ultimate magical treasure, which

represented the strength of their sect.

Even in the larger sects, an ultimate magical treasure was considered to be very valuable among its cultivators.

The Middle Pilgrim Land, the East Mainland, the West Desert, the South Mountain, and the North Plateau all held their own ultimate

magical treasure and it would take armies to steal it from them.

So, when someone had mentioned an ultimate magical treasure being kept in the palace, everyone went nuts.

"If | can get my hands on an ultimate magical treasure, I'll be invincible!"

Austin shouted, staring at the towering, white and gold palace in the distance. His heart started pounding in his chest when he

thought about the abundance of treasures behind its gate.

"Let's take cover and go see for ourselves."

Austin waved his hand over his body and gestured for Peacock Princess and the others to follow him.

As he ran, his body morphed into a disguise and his appearance bubbled into that of another person.

Austin had learned to combine his Aura Disguising Skill and Violet's illusion skill. It was such a powerful disguise that people of the

Heavenly Grotto Realm couldn't even see through it by using their spiritual sense.

This skill advancement was useful because Austin could disguise himself in seconds no matter where he was or what he was doing,

making it easier to sneak up on enemies.

As they approached the palace, it was bigger than they had originally guessed. Tall turrets spiraled towards the sky and the gold

accents shone in the sunlight. Along the ground, strong spiritual energy crawled like a fog in all directions.

Above the gate of the palace was a large board with the two words "Weapon Hall' written on it.

Walking towards the palace were hundreds of warriors and each one of them had a haze over their eyes, like they were hypnotized

by the sight of it.

At the gate of the palace were hundreds of corpses. They were lying in pieces around the entrance of the gate in puddles of their

own blood.

Five tall, middle-aged men dressed in black stood at the gate of the palace. Even though several people were approaching, they

didn't react and their eyes remained forward. The entire gate was blocked by their bodies and there was no other way inside.

Since there was no one else around, it appeared the five men had killed all the people lying on the ground.

The new warriors hesitated. How powerful were these five men? They couldn't break into the palace until they had the answer to

that question or they might also die trying.

"Are you sure there are really ultimate magical treasures in this palace?"

one of the cultivators asked the person beside him.

"I'm positive. | heard that someone had broken in not too long ago and laid their eyes on rooms full of advanced magical treasures.

Among them were at least three ultimate magical treasures.

Unfortunately, most of the warriors who had entered the palace were murdered by the five men who stand guard at the gate.

Those five men are dangerous and they are guarding the palace from thieves like us. Though they are puppets, each of them is at

the Heavenly Grotto Realm,"

the cultivator answered, staring at the palace ominously as he spoke.

"What? Hold on. What do you mean? You're saying that these men are puppets of the Heavenly Grotto Realm?"

When people around them heard this, they began chatting excitedly among each other.

They were delighted to discover a confirmation that ultimate magical treasures were scattered within the palace, and

they were surprised to learn that the men were at the Heavenly Grotto Realm.

All the warriors who had entered the Immortal Burial City were at or under the Major-perfection Realm. They had no strength to

fight against those who had reached the Heavenly Grotto Realm.

Austin looked curiously at the five men that were standing guard.

They looked ordinary and it also appeared that they didn't care about the warriors approaching them. If they were really at the

Heavenly Grotto Realm, why hadn't they attacked?

It seemed that the others were doubting them too. Nobody moved an inch towards the palace and thousands of eyes studied the

men.

It would have been easy and safe for them to turn around and go back where they had cfrom; however, they wanted to obtain

the ultimate magical treasure.

The temptation was too strong and they knew that they might never have another chance to find one.

Possessing an ultimate treasure meant boosting the strength of their sect and becoming hero of the entire sect. The glory was

something that every one of them desired.

Even though they knew there would be a battle for the ultimate treasures inside, the idea of treasures of the advanced level was

also tantalizing.

Getting their hands on even one advanced magical treasure would improve their combat strength exponentially.

It was said by elders that the advanced magical treasure could be ranked next to the ultimate magical treasure.

In the Divine Continent, only those who were at the Heavenly Grotto Realm were qualified to own such a magic treasure.

Not wanting to waste time, someone yelled out, "Let's band together and kill these men!

They might be at the Heavenly Grotto Realm, but they are just puppets and move slowly. That is their weakness!

If we move at the stime, we can defeat them."

"You're right. We outnumber them! There's no need to be scared.

Let's work together and kill all the puppets.”

The rest of other cultivators roared in agreement.

"Now! Let's attack them from where we stand!"

Half the warriors began to fight using kicks and punches while the other half pulled out treasures, weapons, and unique martial

arts skills.

All at once, the cultivators sent attacks at the five men. They remained standing still as the energy raced towards them even

though it was enough to split the palace in half.

A few seconds later, it was made clear why. With one synchronized step forward, the five men lifted their right hands and a colorful

curtain of light rose in front of them. Every attack sent their way bounced off.

Boom!

The loud bang that resonated through the air made everyone's ears hurt. The ground shook and they stumbled, but they still

battled on the best they could.

After half an hour of trying, the shield had not been punctured.

"Damn it! | think the five puppets might be too strong for us.

We've used everything we have but they don't even have a scratch on them!"

one of the cultivators complained, dropping his hands and relinquishing his power.

"Keep fighting. We have more people than they do and we are strong too.

The close combat approach isn't working but if we keep fighting them from a distance, sooner or later, their energy will run out,"

another warrior shouted, trying to inspire him.

"That's true! We won't win if we don't all keep trying."

The words of encouragement spread through the crowd and everyone perked up again.

After a few hours, many of them were starting to tire but they kept going.

"Look! The light curtain is dimmer than before!"

one of the cultivators shouted, pointing at the shield in front of the five men.

In anticipation, the rest of the cultivators looked and also saw that the shield was less powerful than when it had been cast.

With newfound hope, they increased the power of their attacks, and with every second, the light curtain grew dimmer and dimmer.

Smiles and laughter spread throughout the group. If they held on a little longer, they could actually win.

The five men appeared weak for the first tsince the group had arrived.

Suddenly, one of the cultivators broke away from the group.

Whoosh!

All eyes turned to him as he mounted a sword the size of a door and flew towards the gate. He screeched to the stop above the

five men's heads.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

He lifted the big sword in his hand and thousands of sharp sword auras shot out of it. He pointed the sword at the men and the

auras were sent spiraling at them.

Bang!

Panic crossed their faces as the sword impaled the light curtain. As it burst open, one of them was too slow to duck and the sword

chopped his head in two. Blood splattered against the gate.

With a battle cry, the hundreds of cultivators rushed forwards, now able to combat the men face-to-face. At that time, the power

had already been drained from the four remaining men.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

It only took seconds to kill the men once they were now powerless.

The masters used magical treasures and martial arts to send their corpses to the ground.

As for those ordinary cultivators, no one dared to cclose to the men.

After the five puppets were killed, excitement broke out in the crowd.

The palace was undefended and now the race for the treasures was on.

No matter the strength of the cultivators, they all rushed towards the gate of the palace as fast as they could.

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