The Supreme God of Martial Arts

A fierce battle ensued.

A large number of people of the Purple Sword Sect rushed over with lightning momentum.

Austin's slaves and the senior members of the Lin Clan being all divine gods were not intimidated by the sheer number of the

enemy.

For a moment, the two opposing armies were locked in an intense fight.

"Master, there are too many enemies. We are outnumbered!"

Left with no choice, Austin's slaves as well as a dozen senior members of the Lin Clan began to retreat.

The number of people from the Purple Sword Sect was too overwhelming.

"Okay, order all our people to cout of the city right now!"

Garth yelled his command.

Then a senior member of the Lin Clan sent the order to the Red Sword City.

Immediately, reinforcements from the Lin Clan rushed out to assist the existing troops out in the field. They also fought fiercely

against the army of the Purple Sword Sect.

The Lin Clan had grown into a massive clan with a large number of members.

By this time, at least in numbers, the two sides were tied.

"It's really a challenging task to subdue a semi-governing god."

Austin was still trying to activate the puppet strings to target Elder Roland's spiritual soul.

Elder Roland's spiritual soul had been tightly wrapped in heavy and dense puppet strings as if trapped inside a giant cocoon.

Despite the strength of the puppet strings, his spiritual soul was still so powerful that it allowed him to wiggle and struggle albeit

desperately.

In addition, as a semi-governing god, he had practiced many high-level secret skills of the spiritual soul. He used each of them to

counter any aggression from the puppet strings.

"Damn you all!

Get off of me!"

Elder Roland summoned every ounce of strength that he could muster to release endless sword lights and tried to slash at Austin.

At the stime, he brought out all the magic treasures he had collected in his lifetime, activated them all together and launched

them toward Austin.

He was giving the fight of his life with everything he had got.

It was a matter of life and death and he needed to escape at all costs.

However, none of the sword lights he created imposed any threat on Austin. Instead, they were all absorbed by Austin and were

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turned into nourishment for the world of swordsmanship in his body.

Likewise, Austin easily blocked and disarmed all of Elder Roland's magic treasures.

For a moment, they were at a stalemate.

While Elder Roland didn't have much power to fight, it was still difficult for Austin to subdue him and turn him into a slave.

"Arrgghhh... Please stop!

| know you are awesome! Everybody does!

| admit that it's my fault!

Please just letgo!

How about this? If you release me, | will give you whatever you want and | will obey your every command.

| can give you all the wealth, power and secret swordsmanship that you have been dreaming of.

| can also give you as many beautiful women as you'd want!"

Elder Roland kept shouting and begging Austin.

Fear and regret were evident in his voice. He shouldn't have offended Austin and fought with him.

"You can cry all you want, but it's too late for that now!"

Austin snapped back, refusing his offer.

Now that things were halfway done, Austin had no reason to give up.

"Arrgghhh..."

Frustrated, Elder Roland kept roaring ferociously.

It was known to all that the spiritual soul was the most fundamental part for a warrior.

For a divine god, the spiritual soul was his real self. His body could be destroyed several times over, but he could repair it or

abandon it and be reborn in another body.

By now, Elder Roland's spiritual soul was seriously damaged, which made him feel an impending eternal doom for his soul. The

complete death of his soul meant his death forever with no chance of coming back.

For any warrior, this was an unbearable torture.

"Brat, you are too cruel. What you are doing toshall return to you and you shall also die a horrible death!"

Elder Roland threatened.

With every passing second, his spiritual soul deteriorated further, beyond repair.

Thousands of puppet strings were forcefully inserted into the depths of his spiritual soul, releasing endless runes to control him.

His aura plunged into an unknown kind of weakness and the injury of his spiritual soul was the most serious one that he had

experienced.

Around Austin, hundreds of his divine god slaves as well as the people of the Lin Clan were clashing fiercely against the people of

the Purple Sword Sect.

The fight between the two sides was intense.

Meanwhile, within four short hours,

Elder Roland's aura had rapidly deteriorated. He now looked dozens of years older, his hair had turned all gray, and his skin had

dried and wrinkled like a tree bark.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell unconscious.

"Well, with my current strength, it's really difficult forto take a semi-governing god as my slave,"

Austin sighed helplessly.

With a wave of his hand, he sealed Elder Roland's body and sent it into a human world within his body.

In Elder Roland's Soul Sea, the dense puppet strings still tightly wrapped his spiritual soul, trying their best to seize control of his

spiritual soul.

"He is still alive. As long as | don't kill him, he will be under my control and becmy slave one day."

Austin let out a deep sigh.

There was no way that Elder Roland could escape from him anymore.

"In the meantime, | have to kill these minions,"

Austin thought out loud as he looked around.

"There are still more than two hundred divine gods around here.

They're perfect to be taken in as slaves,"

Austin said with a smile as he watched the divine gods of the Purple Sword Sect clash with the Lin Clan.

Austin had already subdued more than half of the divine gods of the Purple Sword Sect.

There were still more than two hundred left.

Of course, Austin wouldn't let them go to waste.

He used his bodily movement skills and entered the chaotic battlefield. He released a large number of puppet strings and threw

them at the unsuspecting divine gods of the Purple Sword Sect.

"Damn it! Elder Roland has fallen under the control of this brat!"

"We must retreat! We are no match for this terrible weirdo!"

"We can't do this by ourselves. We must go back and call for reinforcements!"

"We also have to report what happened to our sect leader here!

He will tell us what to do!"

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The divine gods of the Purple Sword Sect all saw with their own eyes that Elder Roland had been controlled and tucked away by

Austin. Seeing Austin walking towards them, they turned pale with fright and lost their fighting spirit. They instantly turned around

and tried to get away.

They clearly knew that even if they all tried to kill him, there was no way that they could defeat him.

It was useless to continue the fight.

"Haha! It's too late to escape now!"

Austin laughed mockingly and used his bodily movement skill to catch up with all of them.

At the stime, he summoned his Ultimate Mind Sword Skill, and a faint sword light slashed out.

In an instant, all the divine gods who were trying to escape were hit and injured.

Anyone who tried to escape immediately found a terrifying sword light blocking their way.

There was absolutely no way and nowhere for anyone to run!

The Ultimate Mind Sword Skill was a serious threat to even governing gods, not to mention these simple and ordinary divine gods.

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