The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2085

"These damn evil things are laughing at us. We need to do something!

Master Anderson, please lead us into the crack and let us kill them all!" someone yelled from one of the warships.

As Anderson surveyed the others' faces, he could see that not a single one of them was calm. They were all prepared to rush into battle.

"I agree with him. Let's go through this space crack and slay all those evil monsters together! I know we can do it!"

"Charge! Let's kill these bastards!"

In answer, many of the cultivators cried out in agreement.

Even some of the elders were eagerly looking at Anderson for a signal. It seemed that he was outnumbered; however, they wouldn't go against him.

"Ha-ha!

You lowborn, poor creatures from the Immortal End World make me laugh. If you have the balls, come over to this side. We are waiting to kill you..."

"A bunch of nobodies dare to challenge us? It seems that you haven't learned a lesson from your world almost being destroyed..."

The evil creatures enjoyed egging on the cultivators and they continued to throw in laughs and jeers.

Suddenly, a verbal war broke out between the two forces. Voices and laughs overlapped until no one could make out what anyone was saying.

"Be quiet!"

When Anderson's earsplitting voice reached everyone's ears, they all fell silent.

He had lifted from the warship and was floating above them. His wide-sleeved robe was fluttering in the wind and an authoritative look had crossed his face.

"It's no use arguing with each other. Those evil creatures can't reach us because of the space barrier here, and we can't reach them too.

The crack is filled with the space blocking law. If we try to go through it, we will be cut into pieces and everything, including our souls, will be destroyed!"

Anderson added, causing the cultivators to settle a bit.

"Ha-ha...

It looks like we've upset you. Are you really that weak?

It doesn't matter because I've got an idea. We will battle.

I can send our bravest men to your world and you will not have to come here. After it is over, we will know which world is stronger.

So… do you dare to fight against our men, you losers?"

a cold voice responded, cackling.

The progress Anderson had made in calming his people was all ripped away at the evil creature's words.

"Do you have the balls to fight us?"

"I hope you really want it!

I'm ready to destroy you all on my own!"

"In my opinion, these cowards are too scared to fight us. Perhaps they have wet their pants?"

"You're right. For these poor creatures in the Immortal End World, it will be suicide to fight us!"

The evil creatures all took their time to chime in more insults, causing the cultivators to slowly boil hotter.

"So have you made your decision? Are you going to risk it and accept our challenge, Immortal End World?

Don't worry. It will be an even match. I won't send out the ten strongest masters among us. We will both duel with fighters of the same age and realm. That is the only way to determine fairly which race is the most powerful,"

the evil creature who had proposed to have a duel continued.

"Son of a bitch! Screw them. Please let them into our world, Anderson."

"Master Anderson, please accept his challenge. This way, we can kill them all."

Slowly, all the cultivators began begging Anderson to make up his mind. He remained silent as he watched them continue to scream in anger back into the space crack.

Worst of all were the young cultivators. They didn't understand exactly what they would be facing and were most eager to spill blood and prove themselves. As they shouted, their faces turned red and their words became scrambled.

Taking a moment, Anderson and other great masters of the Immortal Transforming Realm stepped aside to discuss the pros and cons of the challenge. They knew that allowing the evil creatures into their world could backfire, but the idea of reigning victorious tasted good on their tongues.