The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 4245

"A battle seems inevitable.

We must get ready for it.

Remember, be prepared for war, but don't seek one. Aggression is not our first choice.

Escape if you can to preserve our bloodline.

Those who survive this battle will have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving our entire clan."

Garth got up and gave a final, stern pep-talk.

"We understand, sir."

The other senior members of the Lin Clan stood up as well.

At that moment,

attacks began outside the Red Sword City.

The people of the Purple Sword Sect had initiated the battle.

In terms of strength, the Lin Clan was hopelessly outmatched.

The only reason the army of the Purple Sword Sect hadn't attacked in the past few days was that they wanted to torture their enemy.

"Charge!"

"Destroy the Red Sword City!"

A mighty army rushed towards the Red Sword City like waves and crashed upon the walls.

Meanwhile, the people of the Lin Clan began showing up as well. They flew into the sky from every corner of the city, readying their weapons and magic treasures for a fight to the death.

A fierce battle was about to begin.

However, before the first blow could land...

"Members of the Purple Sword Sect, listen to me. Stop wherever you are and kneel to my master!

Whoever fails to comply dies!"

A roaring order was heard.

The voice spread across the void and reached every single member of the Purple Sword Sect.

"What the hell's going on?"

The people targeted by the voice were stunned at the order and looked in the direction of the voice.

As they stopped to look for the source of the order, things became creepily quiet outside the Red Sword City.

Then they noticed Austin walking towards them with Maple, her brother, and dozens of his slaves in tow.

The roar had come from one of the slaves.

The people of the Purple Sword Sect stared at Austin and his companions with furious eyes. To be ordered to kneel was a great dishonor.

"Who said that?"

a master of the Purple Sword Sect harshly enquired as he stepped out of the crowd.

"It was me.

My master commands it. Don't you dare disobey him!"

From the lines of slaves behind Austin, a middle-aged man stepped forward. He had triangular eyes and a sharp gaze.

"Hang on.

I remember the faces of my allies.

You are supposed to be one of us!"

"You are one of the disciples from the fourth generation.

Not only you, so many others are from the Purple Sword Sect as well. Why are you following that brat?"

As they investigated the crowd behind Austin, the people of the Purple Sword Sect recognized quite a few faces.

And it was true. Most of them were from the Purple Sword Sect. It was a curious development.

"What the hell is going on?"

the thin old man of the Purple Sword Sect asked curiously.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As he spoke, countless streaks of sharp sword radiance shot out from his body and surrounded Austin and his companions.

The old man was highly respected in the Purple Sword Sect and today,

he was leading the army.

The first syllable out of his mouth was enough to quiet down the people of the Purple Sword Sect. They did not dare interrupt him.

"Old man, cut the crap! Get over here and kneel!"

"Old man, are you blind? Can't you see our master here?

You should be killed right now!"

"You old shifty-eyed bastard! I disliked you from the first time I saw you!"

Dozens of Austin's slaves began hurling curses at the old man.

"What? How dare you insult Elder Roland like this!"

The people of the Purple Sword Sect were stunned.

They couldn't believe their eyes or ears.

A dead silence followed this onslaught of vulgarities.

Elder Roland was highly respected in the Purple Sword Sect,