The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2972

By their estimation, there were at least one hundred thousand creatures that lived in this town. They gathered and surrounded Austin and his group, coming from every nook and corner.

Their eyes were fierce and thirsty for blood!

"Ha-ha... How dare you trespass into our town! It looks like you have made an appointment with death. Is that what it is?"

Many creatures let out vile and malicious sounding giggles, their mouths contorting and dripping with frothy, foul smelling secretions.

"You pathetic creatures have no idea what you are talking about. How dare you low life slaves get in my way? You are the ones who wish to die for you live meaningless lives in this abhorrent wasteland!"

The member of the spiritual race inside Austin's Soul Sea suddenly appeared in midair, looking down at the hundred thousand or so creatures surrounding them. It hurled vicious words at them with a spine-chilling roar.

"It's a member of the spiritual race!"

Instantly, the resident creatures of the town changed colors and could not help but scamper away to a safe distance, fearing for their lives.

In this universe, the spiritual race dominated and lorded over everything.

Over time, all the other races had developed a natural fear of the spiritual race.

Any other creature in the universe would pale in comparison and not even worthy to be in the same breath as all the members of the spiritual race, who were considered the most noble of all races.

"Hey!

It's Lange! What a powerful presence!

These are our slaves. How can you give them such an order?"

Suddenly, thirteen grey figures came out from the void. As they appeared, they kept changing their shapes in an intimidating manner.

Apparently, these thirteen spirits had been hiding in this town, sometimes blending in and walking among the locals.

"Lange, what are you doing back here? You are not welcome in this town. If you don't want to die, it is best that you get out of here, as soon as possible."

"Well? Lange, I remember that you had at least tens of thousands of slaves before. But why are there only a few slaves left now?

It seems that you have been having a hard time! What has happened to you?

Ha ha..."

"That is true. You used to have a multitude of slaves at your every beckon and call, ready to serve you and fulfill your every whim, but now only a handful remain. Oh, wow! This is so humiliating! How could you be considered a member of our spiritual race?"

The thirteen spirits taunted Lange as soon as they saw the spiritual being show up with only Austin and his friends.

'It seems that my slave from the spiritual race is really not doing well. From the way the other spirits talk to him, it's almost as if he's an outcast. Poor guy!'

Austin chuckled to himself.

Meanwhile, Lange gritted his teeth. He wasn't going to take any more of the abuse hurled at him by the thirteen spirits. The fury from inside of him erupted like a tornado, surging in all directions.

"Hah! Back then, you ganged up on me and bullied me, occupying my cultivation resources. You even almost killed me! Well, this is your lucky day, or so you'd think!

Because it is the payback time! This is the day that I'll get even with you, you pieces of shit!"

Lange declared with such determination