The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Whilst heavily breathing, the man showed respect to the group while addressing them. "My Lords, please spare my life!" Glancing between the men and the bewildered Austin, he asserted with all the bravery he could muster. "Actually, when Austin killed the good-looking hero from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom, I-I was there! | can testify against him." The eyes of the man shook with desperation and his voice wavered ever so slightly. "I should have tried to stop Austin from fighting the mighty hero but—" he paused just for tic flair and frowned. "It was a pity that | was not powerful enough to beat him in combat." When the man noticed the doubtful and uncaring expressions of the group, he raised his voice higher and pleaded with his hands tightly clasped in front of his teary face. "My Lords, you do not know the full truth! Actually, Austin had always been arrogant, and- and he is a mass murderer with much blood on his hands!" "My Lords, | implore you to kill Austin at once! He is a threat!" Grasping his robes for the pockets filled with various items and tokens, he laid down the prized objects in front of him and looked up and presenting his utmost honest expression. "And, my Lords, this is a Spiritual medicine and a Vital Energy Crystal that | obtained from the Mysterious Nether World." Rubbing his hands together in an attempt to persuade the group of men, he continued to beg. "l would like to dedicate all of them to you. Please spare my life for my loyalty to all of you." The man down on his knees begging for mercy surprised everyone, including the nine high-level cultivators in the air from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom.

After staring at the face of the kneeling man ever since he had broken out of the line and bowed his head in front of the group, Austin soon figured out the identity of the male. The man in question was a top disciple of the Blood Hero Gang, and if his memory served him right, his nwas Morris. Recalling the instance wherein they had encountered each other deep in the Medicine Valley, he remembered the sindividual being a witness to his triumph over the young boy cloaked in white garments from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom. However, it was then obvious to him that Morris’ story did not reflect the real event, and Austin exhaled in vexation. A lie for mercy--that was what it was, as Austin clearly thought back to what happened, wherein Morris never even attempted to dissuade him from killing the other boy in battle.

With a bout of unexpected laughter, Austin had mirth in his face when he saw through the falseness of Morris' character.

Because of the man's sudden confession and admittance of unwavering loyalty, not a long moment had even passed before a dozen more cultivators from the Violet Orchid Empire followed him and knelt with their foreheads touching the ground.

While the cultivators gathered beside Morris and altogether begged the high-level warriors to spare their lives, they had also begun to berate Austin for his criminal actions regarding the killing of the young boy in white from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom.

Just like Morris, the people attested to the fact that they, too, tried their best in preventing the young hero from being harmed by the hands of Austin.

As they knew well deep into their minds that no good will cout of facing the nine high-level cultivators directly, they thought it would be best to have asked for mercy instead, even just a little—even just for the price of the life of one of their greatest cultivators. After gracefully casting Chauncy's ancestral tablet upon the ground, one of the members, the young man in pale clothes, just stood floating in the air like a deity with his hands crossed behind his back.

Waiting for Austin to kneel down himself and start apologizing to the ancestral tablet made of stone, he started to imagine the cruelest ways in which he could torture the man to his heart's content.

Confusion slowly reared into his head as Austin did not seem to budge from his spot despite the intimidation that surrounded him.

Even though the other cultivators trembled in fear before their presence, the stubborn man stood still, arms crossed against his chest, his right eyebrow raised, and a bold sneer adorned his face. Looking at Austin, he felt the slightest bit of incredulity at the faint murderous glint in his eyes.

Due to his unrelenting nature, the young man in white seethed with rage.

Unfortunately, the annoying presence and perpetual begging of the dozen men irked him to no end. Hearing the cacophony of inharmonious voices, he snarled his lip at the disturbance.

"Now that all of you have attested to being present at the killing of Chauncy, | shall regard all of you as accomplices to the crime!" The man in white declared, which silenced the cultivators at their feet. "Go to hell!" An angry shout echoed throughout the grounds and the cold tone of the man sent chills to the bottom of their spines. Just then, an overwhelming avalanche of ice and snow crashed towards the dozen men from the Violet Orchid Empire who were touching their foreheads on the ground for mercy. The men did not even have tto dodge or scream as they were immediately attacked with an onslaught of coldness.

It only took another split second and a wave of his hand when a strong gust of freezing wind brought about ice on the ground they walked on. Numerous and deadly fist-like hail seemingly fell down from the stormy sky and flew everywhere. Terrified shrieks covered the field due to the fact that each of the hail was filled with terrible power, as they were aware of the injuries that could be procured from a hit by any of the pellets of frozen rain. Broken bones and vital organs, along with meridians could be hit with such an attack if any of it landed on their bodies.

"No!" Many of them protested, desperately trying to find shelter from the offensive magic. "My Lord! Show us mercy, please!" The men and women of the Empire implored as the continuous attacks of cold and ice made them delirious and irrational.

The overwhelming snow was unrelenting, callously burying half of the populace with their shivering frames and shuddering voices.

However, it was to no avail as the young man in white was uncaring to their cry for mercy. ‘They can plead all they want. They are worthless to me, ' he thought coldly, his hair softly ruffled by the wind and covered his features, momentarily hiding the spite evident on his face.

Soon enough, the grounds were covered with ice sculptures, as a dozen people were all entrapped within the brutal wind and malevolent snow brought upon by the mighty cultivator.

The young man, with his robe billowing behind him, feasted his eyes on the destruction he had caused upon the land and snapped his fingers without hesitation. Within the blink of an eye, the ice sculptures crumpled into irreparable pieces as the fist-like hard hail moved with powerful precision towards the bodies encrusted in snow.

With barely a single move, the man had managed to kill a dozen men, which silenced their cries forever with their deaths.

Just from witnessing the abrupt end of a massacre, Austin promptly discovered that the young man's cultivation had reached the sMedium Level at the Sky Realm as he did. Cracking his knuckles and exhaling deeply through his mouth, he mentally prepared himself for the oncoming battle against the cultivator.

Turning towards Austin, the cold wind around him grew stronger and with a loud voice that carried over the hail and storm and he cried out. "Weakling! How dare you ignore my order!" "I said kneel down!" the man in a white aura began as he drastically becmore powerful.

After killing a dozen men by himself, the young man in white, a representative from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom, raised his hand again and a flurry of cold emitted from his body. With a shout of "Die!", an intense and overwhelming wave of ice and snow hurtled towards Austin.