The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1889

When Austin had finished, he teleported into the City model to visit Caroline. It had been a while since he had last seen her and he missed her. Plus, he had so much he wanted to tell her.

He searched for a couple moments but couldn't find her anywhere. After releasing his spiritual sense to search the entire model, he finally stumbled upon her. A disappointed sigh burst through his lips when he saw that she had been sealed in a huge, grey cocoon.

Priest Callum was standing in front of the cocoon with his arms crossed. Austin nodded at him and kept walking.

He would have to wait to speak with Caroline. It would be extremely cruel and selfish of him to interrupt her cultivating. Besides, he wanted her to be stronger so she could protect herself when she was alone.

As he talk to the old priest, he discovered that thousands of members of the evil shadow race had reached the Emperor Realm. Pride swept through him when he knew that most of them had entered the Slave Tower to practice.

Even more surprising and delightful, some of them had reached the Divine Bridge Realm.

The efforts that had been put in were showing amazing results. The members of the evil shadow race would be ready to win battles soon.

After updating himself, Austin teleported out of the City model. He found Isis and took both of them out of the Slave Tower.

When they both landed back in the bloody desert, Isis stared at Austin in awe.

"Okay. Next, we're heading for the Immortal Burial City. I need to find it,"

Austin said to Isis, ignoring the questions written in her face.

Isis nodded and swallowed all of her questions.

The Immortal Burial City was located in the center of the bloody desert;

however, Austin didn't know exactly where. The desert was huge and the middle wasn't very specific. It would take the two of them a long time to locate it.

Austin pointed forwards and they activated their bodily movement skills. Flying through the air, they spent a few hours to reach the middle of the desert.

Suddenly, Austin held out his hand and stopped Isis.

In front of them, a group of people were flying towards them.

As the distance between them decreased, he recognized them. "It's Elder Cowell of the Unworldly Sect," Austin informed Isis quietly. They both watched silently as Cowell approached with a young master and hundreds of disciples of the Unworldly Sect.

"Elder Cowell, it's the couple that killed a bunch of disciples from our sect!"

the disciples yelled at their leader. They gritted their teeth and clenched their fists as they stared at Austin and Isis.

It was easy for Austin to recall the time he had obliterated people of the Unworldly Sect in battle. Despite them being clearly outnumbered, a smile spread on his face.

"Ha-ha, old man. It looks like you've been hurt badly."

Austin's gaze held Elder Cowell's and he ignored the protests of the other disciples.

He sneered at Austin but the pain on his face shone through it. Bloody holes covered his body and his skin was pale--almost translucent.

Looking down, Austin noticed he was missing his right foot.

The black-scaled camel had been too strong and it had nearly killed him. Even if he had magical pills, it would be a challenge to recover fast enough for them to make a difference.

Now, Cowell was suspended in mid-air and sitting with his hands in front of his belly. Slowly, he used his vital energy force to propel forward.

Austin quickly used his spiritual sense to read Cowell and he knew that he was seriously injured.

Therefore, he didn't run away when he had seen the elder approaching.

The strength of a master at the Heavenly Grotto Realm was normally terrifying, but Austin was stronger than a wounded one any day.

"Brat, I'm impressed. Why haven't you run away? You are weak in comparison to me and my army."

The whole time, Elder Cowell had his eyes shut to help heal his wounds. He must have known by the sound of his voice that it was Austin because he only opened his eyes then. They were cold and angry.

"I'm still here because you're dying. You might be alive right now but you're a spent arrow, not more terrifying than a puppy.

I have the upper hand and I will hurt you worse,"

Austin answered, smiling defiantly.

"You think you'll kill me, huh? Humph!

Who do you think you are? Even if I'm dying, you're too small and weak to kill me."

Elder Cowell sat up straighter even though it caused more blood to drain from his face.

"I might be a nobody, but I can kill you now."

Austin curled his lips while he said each word. Crossing his arms, Cowell laughed.

"Bastard, you're too arrogant! You're only a cultivator at the Minor-perfection Realm and Elder Cowell is at the Heavenly Grotto Realm. His realm is thousands of miles higher than yours. He can kill you easily!"

The young master's face reddened as he spat the words. Elder Cowell continued to laugh in the background.

"Hey, do you want us to kill you? How dare you be disrespectful to Elder Cowell?"

the other disciples of the Unworldly Sect shouted at Austin, lifting their weapons to show him they have them.

"Ha-ha. I don't get why you guys are so offended!

I never did anything to the Unworldly Sect, yet this old man comes after me.