The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1247

Under the dozen domes formed by archaic weapons, there stood more than ten masters.

"I haven't seen so many archaic weapons in one place before,"

exclaimed Austin.

"You would be surprised…

But most masters who have reached a cultivation base of at least the Semi-holy Realm possess their own archaic weapons.

Only Semi-holy Realm cultivators have the ability to achieve the full potential of archaic weapons,"

the queen replied.

'I see... this is interesting, '

thought Austin as he processed this bit of information.

'Cultivators below the Primal Holy Realm think of archaic weapons as incredible treasures, while most of the masters above the Semi-holy Realm own archaic weapons.'

"Can you maximize the power of that magic fan?"

Austin asked the queen.

He had presented the Rigid Fire Fan to the queen as a gift.

"No, I can't do that right now.

But when I reach the medium stage of Semi-holy Realm, I will be able to use its full force,"

the queen replied honestly.

At the same time, a dozen cultivators belonging to the South Continent started to move secretly.

They silently glanced at one another as they slowly headed towards Austin.

"Be careful. Seems like we have got company,"

the queen reminded Austin.

"Austin, I'd like to see who will come to your rescue this time."

A thunderous voice reached Austin's ears.

Sixteen cultivators surrounded Austin, glaring at him with hatred burning in their eyes.

"Let me guess.

I bet you're from one of the twelve sects or clans I have meddled with, aren't you?" Austin said indifferently, revealing no sign of surprise on his face.

He had paid special attention to the people on the warship.

"Yes, indeed.

It would seem you're not an idiot after all.

But that doesn't change the fact that no one will come to save you this time around!"

a middle-aged man in black answered him with a sneer.

"It looks like your leaders are determined to kill me,"

Austin said, glanced at his enemies.

"Yeah, Austin... you must die and we'll make sure you do," an elder dressed in a red robe responded.

His smile was anything but friendly. There was a coldness that shone clearly through his eyes.

Austin used his spiritual sense to find that the fragrance of elixirs and herbs exuded from the old man's being.

Although the elder had attempted to hide the way he smelled, Austin was able to discover his secret with his strong spiritual sense.

"Hmm, I must say, I'm impressed with your small talk. But turns out, you're just an old bastard from the Magic Hand Sect, aren't you?"

Austin said flatly, looking at the elder.

The old man in red felt a pang of anxiety in his gut. 'How did he recognize my identity?'

"There is no need to waste time talking to him. Let's take care of this brat in case anything happens," a woman wearing indigo clothes cut in sternly.

Although she was in her late forties, she looked still attractive.

Witnessing Austin being besieged by a group of people, other cultivators unleashed their spiritual sense from the distance in order to check what was going on between them.

"Ha-ha. Do you realize we are at war with the demon race? All of you from the so-called superior sects are here trying to get back at me.

I finally understand who you really are. You're nothing but a bunch of short-sighted, self-centred, egotistical assholes,"