The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2855

"Want to give your new magic treasure a try? Here's your chance,"

Peterson urged Austin.

"Let's do it!"

Austin answered with an eager nod.

With a wave of his hand, Peterson sent Austin to the opposite side of the sea of stars.

Ervin and the three commanders had just reached the coast, but Austin appeared in front of them before they could cross the sea.

"It's Austin from the Immortal End World!"

Commander Graves and Commander Waldo recognized Austin immediately.

"So you're the infamous Austin.

I can't believe you came to me yourself," Ervin said, sneering.

He motioned to his commanders. "I want his blood. Get him!"

He had mistaken Austin for a descendant of a god and thought Austin's blood would improve his strength greatly.

"Nice and easy now, boy. Just surrender quietly,"

Commander Graves said with a sneer.

He was a genuine immortal while Austin was only at sect ancestor level. He was confident of an easy victory.

When Austin didn't respond, Commander Graves lifted his hand, preparing to strike.

The hand was so massive it seemed it could hold anything in the world. It now bore down on Austin at great speed.

Masters at the Genuine Immortal Realm had a deep understanding of the laws of nature. Their every move contained formidable power.

But before the hand could seize Austin, a broken pot showed up, blocking the way.

"You bastards of hell! Get your asses over here and bow down to me!" the Heavenly Majestic Pot shouted.

It had just been refined by Austin against its will, so it was still in a bad mood.

It was glad enough to vent its anger on the people of the underworld.

It then released great power, exploding Commander Graves's hand into pieces.

Blood and bones scattered everywhere.

Commander Graves himself was thrown violently backward, coughing up blood.

"What the hell? Where did that come from?!"

Ervin, Commander Waldo, Commander Truman and Commander Graves gaped at the Heavenly Majestic Pot in shock.

They never imagined anything could hurt a genuine immortal in just one strike!

Austin was both surprised and pleased at the result. 'Just as Master Peterson said, the Heavenly Majestic Pot can defeat genuine immortals effortlessly. It is not a disappointment, ' he thought, smiling to himself.

"Well? What are you all looking at? I told the four of you to get over here and kneel before me!

Get over here while I decide how to punish you!" the Heavenly Majestic Pot continued shouting.

It was beginning to feel much better now it had these punching bags.

"Be careful.

This magic treasure has its soul and its own consciousness. Don't underestimate it," Ervin warned his companions before stepping back.

He transported himself further and further away, not stopping until he was hundreds of thousands of miles away from where he had been. He had read many old books in the underworld since childhood. He recognized what the pot was.

His three commanders had likewise sensed danger and retreated at a safer distance.

The pot emanated so much power it made them tremble.

"Damn it! Where do you think you're going?!" the Heavenly Majestic Pot roared.

It was short-tempered and snappish.

In the next few moments, it began shooting out dazzling light rays, itching for a target.

Ervin was growing more and more irritated and less and less intimidated with this sentient magic treasure.

He had a high status and had met lots of masters in the underworld. No matter how strong they were, they always treated him with the utmost respect. The Heavenly Majestic Pot's attitude was completely unacceptable. He had never before been insulted like this.

Boiling with anger, Ervin took out the Corpse-destroying Flag.

The moment the flag was drawn out, the sky shook vigorously. The flag grew bigger and bigger until it covered the sky, emitting corpse miasma so strong it was visible to the naked eye.

Loud sounds rang out through the air, so ear-splitting it seemed the area would somehow break apart.

Although the Corpse-destroying Flag was not one of the top magic treasures in the underworld, it was rare enough and was likewise able to terminate genuine immortals without any difficulty.

Ervin launched the massive black flag. It fluttered in the air as it flew toward the Heavenly Majestic Pot.

The pot was unimpressed. "You're using such low-level treasures on me? How ridiculous!"

the Heavenly Majestic Pot snorted.

It dashed forward while rotating, unleashing and spreading out enormous energy.