The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 795

"Cut the fucking crap. If you want the precious treasure of the Sword Emperor, you will have to take it after defeating me," Austin said coldly.

He was obviously disgusted with the Holy Son and Mark's trick. Considering that they were powerful opponents, it was so low of them to conspire together against him.

Austin didn't want to talk to them anymore, lest even look at their smug faces.

"How dare you!" Mark exclaimed in outrage.

"Sir, I bore a grudge against this brat last time I went to the Sunset Mountain. Please let me teach him a lesson first."

While he spoke, Mark waved his hands. Suddenly, ten flashes shot out from his fingers and turned into puppets aligned before him. All of them seemed real.

There were wolf puppets, each of which was equivalent to a cultivator at the preliminary stage of Imperial Realm. The other five were tiger puppets, which equaled to five cultivators at the medium stage of Imperial Realm.

Last time, in the Sunset Mountain, Mark could only simultaneously manipulate six puppets. They were equivalent to cultivators at the preliminary stage of Imperial Realm with one as powerful as a warrior at the medium stage of Imperial Realm.

This time, however, his ability to control the puppets had greatly improved both in quantity and quality.

As soon as the puppets came into shape, they rapidly closed in on Austin.

"Ha-ha. Brat, you just have five desiccated corpses and a level 10 diabolic beast. You won't survive from the attacks of my puppets this time!"

Mark burst into laughter, evidently mocking Austin.

In their last battle, his puppets were obstructed by the five corpse demons and the evil ape released by Austin. He thought that those were the only trump cards in Austin's hand.

Ten corpse demons came out as Austin patted the corpse nourishing bag hanging around his waist. They waved their sharp and solid corpse paws filled with corpse miasma, confronting the ten puppets.

The strength of each corpse demon was as strong as that of a cultivator at the premium stage of Imperial Realm. It was much more powerful than that of Mark's puppets.

As soon as they clashed, the corpse demons tore the five wolf puppets apart.

The other five tiger puppets were pressed against the ground and beaten hard by the other five corpse demons.

"You..."

Mark was utterly furious upon seeing his puppets being destroyed one after the other.

Even the Holy Son of Ghost Puppet Sect gazed in surprise at Austin's corpse demons.

He, too, was speechless at that sight.

"Hmmm. This is interesting," said the Holy Son of Ghost Puppet Sect.

Witnessing the demolished five wolf puppets, Mark clenched his teeth with total rage. Another five flashes shot out of his finger, and soon, five tiger puppets were unleashed, replacing the ruined wolf puppets.

He could direct ten puppets together at the same time. In this case, he had puppets, which were all equal to ten cultivators at the medium stage of Imperial Realm.

But it was a little beyond his ability to control that much.

Therefore, after releasing another five tiger puppets, Mark instantly paled, signaling his weakening strength.

Austin naturally sensed it. So he snatched that chance and used the Thunderbolt Movement Skill to disappear in sight.

Then he employed the Demon-creating Skill, and a spiritual demon suddenly materialized in Mark's Soul Sea.

Mark was startled and immediately urged his spiritual sense to resist it.

Just then, Austin dashed over and appeared right in front of him.

"Ha-ha. It's hard to believe you have made some achievements in spiritual sense cultivation," Austin marveled.

His amused tone reeked with absolute mockery and sarcasm.

Mark's cultivation base was just at the preliminary stage of Imperial Realm, while the strength of his spiritual sense was as strong as that of a cultivator at the premium stage of Imperial Realm.

While his spiritual soul, chased by the spiritual demon, was running in panic and fear in his Soul Sea, he found Austin suddenly appeared before him.

A sense of a dreadful premonition aroused in his mind.

"Master, help me!"

Mark shouted in fear.

"It's too late!"

Austin's indifferent voice resounded beside his ear.

Then, an image of a fist enlarged swiftly in his frightened pupils.

"Bang!"

Mark's body was smashed to pieces by Austin's fist.

"How dare you!"

The Holy Son of Ghost Puppet Sect was about to save Mark, but Austin's attack was too fast and decisive.

It was difficult to catch up with that kind of quick and forceful attack.

Before he could even react to Austin's punch, the Holy Son had witnessed Mark being smashed into pieces.

"You're dead!"

The Holy Son of Ghost Puppet Sect regarded himself as a cultivator of high status, so he just looked down on Austin and didn't even grant him a gaze. However, he had never thought that Austin would dare to kill Mark right in front of him.

That was humiliating in so many levels. He had never been disrespected in his entire life!

Immediately, his blood started to boil at that thought.

Seeing that Mark was slain, the other three cultivators, who were all principal disciples of Ghost Puppet Sect, were dumbfounded.

Hurriedly, they released their own puppets. Taking account of the dozens of puppets they released before, they now totally had fifty puppets besieging Austin.