The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 857

After all the cultivators were divided into groups, each of them was given a map and a jade slip that would enable them to communicate with others using their spiritual senses.

After that, all the team leaders set out with their members.

There was a huge port in the Trident Island.

In that said port, ten giant ships were berthed, all in a line.

Each ship had two floors and were made of solid wood, and all of their figureheads were a mighty lifelike dragon which had five claws.

The members of each team then boarded their assigned ships. Since they already had responsibilities, they went straight to the area they were supposed to be in.

The four leaders, one captain and three lieutenants, of the group which Austin was in were in the premium stage of Master Realm.

The captain was a thin, handsome middle-aged man dressed in black. His nose was so sharp that it looked like an eagle's dangerous beak. His eyes were also big and piercing.

"Go on board!"

The captain bellowed to more than a hundred of his members who was at the port while pointing at one of the ten giant ships.

After everything was set and ready, each ship reeled their anchors in, untied their ropes, hoisted the sails and sailed out towards the unknown.

A flag donning a five-claw dragon waved proud and mighty on each ship's pole. For the unfamiliar, this emblem represented the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom--powerful, intimidating, conquering.

Each ship looked mighty as it sailed through the waters.

And just like a fish, it rode the waves faster and faster.

On the deck, Austin leaned on the ship's rails and gazed out to the wide open sea.

It was already dusk and the sun was slowly sinking on the horizon. The spectacular sunset stretched into the sea and the shadows of the ships were all on its surface. It was a gorgeous sight. As the vastness of the waters started to get hidden by the darkness, the view only became more beautiful. It was poetry.

Most of the cultivators on the ship had never been out on the sea before. Nearly all of them were attracted by the dreamlike seascape. They all looked very excited--they even started talking about it to each other eagerly, though in hushed tones, as if they didn't want to disturb what was in front of them.

Breathing in deeply, Austin looked out into the distance, falling in love with the scenery. Then, he noticed it.

Laird and all the other cultivators in his team were in a tight huddle talking about something. Their voices were low and so Austin could not make out what it was.

They were glancing at him from time to time as if they were planning to do something sneaky behind his back.

His suspicions became more solid as he realized that it was just him who was not in the said huddle. It was intentional that he was left out.

Then it clicked--Laird was inciting the other members to attack him together.

In that small group, however, all the cultivators except for Laird were only at the Imperial Realm.

Because of that, Austin regarded their conspiracy as not worthy of his time nor attention.

If Laird was able to convince the other members of the party to attack Austin, he really wouldn't mind killing them all.

He was confident about his cultivation base. These people wouldn't be able to defeat him. If a duel happened then and there, they would be the ones to die.

Austin never had time or mercy for people who wanted to kill him.

After two days' worth of voyage, their ship finally arrived at its destination.

It was berthed at a small, desolate island.

At first glance, it seemed like no one was inhabiting it. No sailor knew the name of this island. Probably because it didn't have a name in the first place.

After the cultivators gathered on the deck, the captain started making arrangements. Ten small groups were formed and they would walk in a head-tail fan shape.

After all of those were settled, he bellowed to his members to get off the ship, marking the start of the searching task.

Of course, if they met any high level sea beasts during their search, they must kill them in order to get their beast cores.

In this task, there were two targets that they should achieve: one was to seek the palace of the ancient master, and the other one was to hunt some sea beasts and obtain their beast cores which the imperial pill refiners would use to refine pills.

Laird waved his hand and about a dozen cultivators flew towards the same direction with him as they left the ship.

All the other small teams from this group followed their own team leaders and flew out of the ship.

They glanced at Austin. Whether it be voluntary or by accident, their gazes hinted they would do something to him sooner or later.

Austin quickly took notice of their malicious glances. Without missing a beat, he sneered back at them.

If worse came to worst, he would happily kill them all.

'They really had the nerve, huh? Pathetic losers, ' he thought.

After an hour's worth flying, Laird stopped.

"Attention," he said authoritatively. "There is a demonic beast we need to hunt. Be ready to attack it,"

he said, staring at the sea surface below.

All the cultivators in the group halted and stared at the surface beneath them.

With bated breaths, they waited for the sea beast to leap out.

Moments later, movement could clearly be seen happening just below the surface.

Slowly, ripples started to appear. With each passing second, it became bigger and bigger, and the water became redder and redder. It was like the water was dyed red by blood.