The Supreme God of Martial Arts

It is mine. Nobody else shall compete for it!" yelled someone, declaring his lust for the precious weapon.

All of a sudden, a flash of sword-light moved quickly towards where the Battle Emperor was standing.

The man who first made a move was the middle-age man in white who demanded to have Austin's Magic Sea Water earlier.

"No way. Stop there! You cannot keep all the good things to yourself!" shouted another person.

This time, it was the bald old man who was speaking. The bald guy was also hungry for treasure and didn't want to be left out.

Therefore, as he spoke, he also moved quickly and flew toward the Battle Emperor.

Then, other hot-tempered warriors also clamored to get to the sword.

Now, several shadows were hurrying to the place where the Battle Emperor was standing, sof whom were even faster than the

man in white and the bald old man who had set out before everyone else.

These men in a frenzy were all Holy Realm cultivators, and slim as their chances of succeeding were, they were still desperate to

give it a try.

They were so driven that it seemed as if the primeval magic treasure had cast ssort of spell on them.

Its allure was so strong that it brought out the greediness and recklessness in these highly-esteemed and recognized warriors.

"Hey watch out! You are getting too close!"

Wallace shouted out loud all of a sudden.

But his warning ctoo late.

Wallace had barely finished talking when the sky suddenly burst into glamorous purple flames.

It seemed as if someone with a machine gun had opened fire.

The purple flrushed out towards all directions and wildly strafed the entire room like darts and like bullets

As the shots were fired, a few blood-curdling screams were heard.

And several sorry figures were tossed out like they were nothing more than pieces of trash.

These figures were the few warriors who rushed to the Battle Emperor in an attempt to snatch the long sword from the Battle

Emperor's waist.

All of their bodies were punched through, leaving countless holes with blood pouring out.

The middle-aged man in white had a wound above his chest from which blood spurted out like water spewing from a hydrant.

If the purple flhad hit him a little bit farther to the left, then it would have been his heart that was punctured.

Meanwhile, the other warriors were no better off than he was. All of these true masters had also been badly damaged and tossed

away like rotten old rugs.

Those who were fortunate enough to not be knocked out and were still able to move their bodies hurriedly took out smedicine

and swallowed their life-saving pills.

"Oh for God's sake, just stop having wild dreams of making a sudden fortune. Even though the Battle Emperor has passed away,

the mysterious protective gears in this room are still working. Therefore, nobody will be able to lay their hands on the Battle

Emperor's weapon. More than that, the vital energy of the Battle Emperor has not dissipated. Instead, it serves as another layer of

protection for his body.

That means the self-defense system of the Battle Emperor's dead body is still on, even if the spiritual soul and the consciousness of

the man are long gone.

It's strange, but somehow, the accumulation of his vital energy cultivation lingers. It is flooding right here on this platform.

Therefore, none of you will be able to snatch the long sword from the hands of the Battle Emperor."

Wallace finished his speech in a satirical tone without even pausing to breathe.

The rest, especially those who had rushed onto the platform to snatch the long sword from the Battle Emperor, looked even

gloomier.

What Wallace said was true. They were so greedy that they mistakenly overlooked the danger. Under normal conditions, none of

them would have forgotten to check the lingering vital energy. After all, combating the lingering vital energy was almost equivalent

to challenging the Battle Emperor himself.

Nobody there had what it took to challenge the Battle Emperor. Therefore, nobody could take away the primeval long sword as

well.

Now, the warriors were filled with regrets, greed, eagerness, and all other kinds of emotions. And of course it made sense that they

felt that way-- it was a primeval magic treasure, for God's sake!

Even Austin could feel the restlessness deep in his heart. At that moment, his eyes were fixed on the Battle Emperor's primeval

magic treasure as well.

"Holy shit! Con! There has to be sway! It is a primeval magic treasure. We can't just leave it here!

Think! Con. | have to get the primeval magic treasure. Austin, think!" Austin murmured to himself.

Despite what he was feeling, Austin still looked calm and indifferent from the outside.

However, Austin did not dare to give it a try. He knew very well that he would die the moment he set foot on the platform. As much

as he would hate to admit it, his cultivation base just wasn't good enough.

Even Holy Realm cultivation base warriors beccovered with holes. Thus, Austin could only imagine what would happen to him

if he tried given that they were even stronger than he was.

"Back off! | will give it a try!"

An old man in grey shouted as he walked up to the platform. His aura was beaming with confidence as he held a golden nine-floor

pagoda in his hand.

Apparently, in the face of such a precious treasure, there would always be people who would not be willing to give up no matter

what.

Then, the old man in grey gave out a terrific vital energy force wave. And the golden pagoda expanded into a tremendous size in

no time. Afterwards, the pagoda stood in a commanding position and the golden light it emitted beca shield that would

protect the old man under it from the purple light.

This pagoda was a medium-grade archaic weapon.

As the old man in grey walked into the purple light, a deafening noise of metal crashing together resounded in the air.

And at the stime, the blazing purple light surged like a tsunami wave and violently devoured the man and his pagoda.

A cracking sound was heard.

The purple light hit the pagoda on its upturned eave and one of the corners broke into pieces.

"Ahh!" the man screamed as he spat out blood.

As the old man in grey was struck heavily on the chest, he was forced to spit out a lot of blood and he immediately turned as white

as a sheet of paper. As it turned out, it was quite a heavy blow and he had suffered a deadly internal injury.

Then, he hurriedly took out shigh ranking pills and rushed to take them.

After witnessing this, nobody was daring enough to give it a try again.