The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1657

All the members of the Flame Holy Land moved as quickly as their bodily movement skills allowed. They were making a desperate bid to leave the mountains.

Thanks to the three elders of the Flame Holy Land, who had used the ultimate magical treasure to clear the path for them, they could get out of the area. The place where the village used to exist was all in ruins now.

However, they were still not safe. A multitude of people from the other sects and clans were chasing them.

Some of the top masters, who were following them, moved so quickly that they were gaining on their target.

A golden-haired man was the fastest one. He was able to catch up with the members from the Flame Holy Land quickly. As he got closer, he let out a defiant laugh.

"You're just a bunch of weaklings. Do you think you can get away?" he shouted in an arrogant voice.

He was a strong cultivator from the Vasteras Holy Land. With golden hair, he was about thirty-five years old and emitted a bright light. He gave off an intimidating, powerful vibe.

"You're all dead men now!"

he shouted with a malicious expression on his face.

The next moment, the whole space behind him was filled with golden light.

Countless shadows of Buddha sitting cross-legged were chanting ancient scriptures behind him.

Their voices were deafening.

The golden-haired man could create such an abnormal vision because he had a good understanding of the Amitayus Scripture. It was an ancient scripture owned by the Vasteras Holy Land.

It was said that people could create abnormal visions when they mastered an ancient scripture.

Those who were able to create such abnormal visions possessed great power.

Hardly a few moments passed.

A Buddha palm which dazzled brightly behind the golden-haired man hit the members of the Flame Holy Land who were on the run.

The palm was moving at an abnormally high velocity.

In a flash, it crushed dozens of disciples from the Flame Holy Land to powder.

Among the disciples who died, some were at the Emperor Realm, while some were Bitter Sea Realm cultivators; some had even reached the Divine Bridge Realm. Despite that, none of them were able to survive such a massive blow.

"Huh!

I will see how powerful your Amitayus Scripture is,"

Steward Nolan from the Flame Holy Land said as he dashed towards the golden-haired man.

Steward Nolan was leading the way, but upon seeing the golden-haired man attack his disciples, he turned around and planned to fight against him.

"Steward Edwin, Steward Stuart, and Steward Arthur, quickly get our disciples out of here.

I will stall these people,"

Steward Nolan shouted.

There were four stewards in the Flame Holy Land in total.

Other two stewards from the Flame Holy Land turned back and joined Steward Nolan.

Swoosh! Swoosh! They reached close to Steward Nolan in an instant.

"Steward Stuart, you are always resourceful. Our sect can't lose you. Our disciples need you. Run away with our disciples.

We will stop these people," Steward Edwin and Steward Arthur shouted at Steward Stuart.

Steward Nolan, Steward Edwin and Steward Arthur stopped at the back of the team in an attempt to stall their enemies.

"No, I can't do that. I can't leave you guys behind."

Steward Stuart too joined the three of them in fighting against the enemies.

"Run away or they will get you!"

Steward Stuart shouted to the disciples who were stunned to see the stewards ready to stay back and allowing them to escape. It was a heart-rending sight.

Numerous people from the other sects and clans came dashing at them.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the Flame Holy Land disciples.

'It is unbelievable. They are willing to sacrifice themselves to buy us time to escape.

Even with the strength they have, it is impossible for them to ward off so many strong cultivators from other sects and clans. They will die, ' the disciples thought, anxious and worried.

"Damn it! Let's fight them to death."

"I agree with you. I don't fear death. We can't let four stewards sacrifice their lives for us."

"We can't abandon our companions. Even if we can't make it out of here together, at least we can die together."

The disciples of the Flame Holy Land roared. They were ready to stay and fight their enemies together.