The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Austin's words rang in the night as he ended his sentence. Unwavering, the demonic avatar complied with his order and

outstretched its arm heavenward and opened its hand. Its palm and fingers spread outward, almost impossibly large, enveloping

the sky in its dark shadow. Stars were concealed by the monstrous digits as they reached out in preparation for the demonic

avatar's spell.

Black runes manifested in the air around the demon avatar's palm before suddenly jerking toward the members of the Yaksha

Palace. As if caught in a maelstrom, the runes buffeted them who desperately tried to remain calm.

Unthinkable as it was, those who witnessed the terror unfolding understood that this was the ninth stage of the World-Sealing

Tabooed Magic.

The Tabooed Magic was known to have ten stages overall, each stage more difficult to understand and cast than the last. This

demonic avatar, upon manifesting, had learned the ninth stage almost instantaneously.

The demonic avatar had not ascended to the tenth step just yet.

However, with its knowledge and ability to cast up to the ninth stage of the World Sealing Tabooed Magic coupled with the demonic

avatar's own terrible power, it was substantial enough to even hinder cultivators on the level of sect ancestors.

Dennis himself, powerful and steadfast as he was, felt the effects of the seal as the runes billowed around.

As the spell progressed, the force of its magic struck all those from the Yaksha Palace. Everyone froze in place, as if instantly

turning into statues, and were sealed. Try as they might, their limbs and extremities would not obey their commands. The people

were stuck in place, helpless before the demonic avatar's fury.

Its massive hands swept up further, drawing more and more power into the spell, as the winds becunbearably strong. Magical

energy crackled in the sky like lightning, concentrating over the sky.

A gigantic bolt of magical energy streaked down from the heavens and struck the members of the Yaksha Palace. Those frozen

people looked on in horror as the flash of magical lightning weaved with unbelievable speed. Many of those caught in its path were

vaporized before they could even scream, instantly turning into red mists that smelled of iron before being swept away into the

tumultuous sky. In a single moment, the sky that was once so filled with life was reduced into an ocean of blood.

Even the army's weapons and magic treasures imbued with enchantments were turned into dust by the power of the demon

avatar.

"No,"

Dennis yelled in anguish and disbelief.

A large majority of the army that cwith him were Dennis' followers. These troops of the Yaksha Palace were people he had

cto know on a personal level.

The Yaksha Palace was comprised of several forces to whom all of the army's members belonged. Though they often served as

rivals towards each other, they were ultimately comrades and thus lived together in harmony.

Dennis led his own forces to the battle this time. Though he knew it would be possible that there would be casualties, he did not

expect the level of carnage that the battle would wreak. He did not expect this many deaths.

Blood spritzed into the skies from the soldiers’ broken bodies. Panic swept across the Yaksha Palace's troops as they screamed

fearfully for their lives. Soon, the screaming died down, as less and less of the troops remained, until eventually none were left.

Dennis had arrived with three great masters who possessed power rivaling those of sect ancestors. These three desperately tried

to counter the demonic avatar's magic and to break the World Sealing Tabooed Magic enveloping their comrades. Though

restricted, they tried their best to run for their lives.

They were unable to completely escape the demon avatar's notice. It lifted its stave and smashed the three masters in one brutal

strike. Their bodies contorted in inhuman ways before finally being tore apart from the strength behind the swing. They had been

totally destroyed with their bodies and souls.

Great masters who possessed their level of power were usually very difficult to eliminate totally. But to the demonic avatar, these

three were almost nothing in comparison.

In what seemed like a heartbeat, all members of the Yaksha Palace were dead before the demonic avatar. Only a single survivor,

Dennis, was saved for the last.

Seeing this massacre and the unbelievable strength of the avatar, the warriors who gathered in the sky watched in astonishment

and felt a chill in their spines as they marveled at the scene playing out beneath them.

All eyes were pointed toward the demonic avatar whose power had annihilated an entire army in one fell swoop and all eyes were

filled with fear and amazement.

No one, nothing, would be able to withstand it!

"Thanos, you decrepit, old demon! And you, Austin! | will make sure you both suffer before | finally let you die,"

Dennis breathed in deep, closing his eyes in preparation for the fight. He let out a breath forcefully and his eyes flashed open,

focusing his rage on his opponents.

The demonic avatar reached its hand over Dennis and with a speed belying its size, its massive palm crushed him under its

enormous weight. Instantly, Dennis' meridians, vessels, elixir field, bones, and organs were all turned into a pulp and destroyed. All

his vital energy, which moments before as ready to unleash his fury, was forcefully ejected out of Dennis' body.

In this state, it was impossible for Dennis to recover.

A golden light suddenly appeared from near Dennis' broken head. The light grew brighter and brighter, revealing the shape of a

large, seven-layer pagoda which shone golden into the surrounding battlefield.

The cosmic power that emanated from the pagoda was nearly tangible. However, it suddenly flew away, apparently aiming to

escape into the chaotic void.

From the view on the ground, one could see an illusory figure seated in the pagoda. Though rising and moving away, it was

apparent that this represented Dennis’ spiritual soul, attempting to escape.

His physical body had been broken down and defeated, left as an unusable shell. As such, Dennis’ soul wanted to avoid a similar

fate and moved to make a hasty retreat.

Unfortunately for him, Austin knew that he might try something of this sort and had prepared for this beforehand.

A giant hand with runes embedded into its outer surface crushing down from the sky and wrapped its digits around the

pagoda's exterior, crushing its ornate adornments and stifling its glow. With a violent jerk, the hand shook the pagoda, breaking its

structure with reckless abandon.

From the crumbling wreck of the once-beautiful seven-floor pagoda cDennis’ spiritual soul. It fell through the air before

landing with a thud, straight onto the monstrous hand's palm.

"Austin, please. Please have mercy on me! Setfree and | will give you anything you want,"

Dennis' soul groveled, cried, and begged for mercy. His once confident and fearless nature now turned into a scared, broken mess.

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