The Supreme God Chapter 330 Fighting The Enemies

Austin used his Illusory Swordsmanship as soon as he came out of the Ghost-devouring Flag. More
than thirty streaks of sword-light immediately shot out from his sword and cut the four people from the
Ghost Sect.

The four of them had all reached the premium stage of Earth Realm, so in spite of Austin's mighty
fighting power, it shouldn't have been possible for him to wound all of them at the same time with just a
single move.

However, all of them had been wounded by Austin's Spiritual Sense Flying Needle and badly injured.
Since their souls were injured, the four men were short of breath.

Besides, they hadn't expected Austin to attack as soon as they all got out of the Ghost-devouring Flag,
so they hadn't been able to react in time.

Austin didn't just stop there.

Right after his first attack, he used his Wind-commanding Skill to stride forward at a pace of 30 meters
every step. In a flash, he stood right in front of the man whose left eye had been pierced by the sword-
light from Austin's sword.

The man was already shocked and infuriated by the injury in his left eye and was worried about
whether he would permanently lose that eye. Now that Austin was standing right in front of him, he was
confused about whether he was seeing things clearly.

Once he realized that Austin was indeed standing right in front of him, he was overwhelmed with anger
and grief.

"How dare you!" he spat.

He wanted to attack Austin.



But before the man could do anything, Austin harnessed his strength and threw a punch at him without
any hesitation.

There was a dull thud when Austin's fist came into contact with the man's body.

Austin's punch immediately sent the man flying backward until he crashed against the wall of the cave.

The force sent a tremor through the ground and the walls of the cave.

There was the sound of bones cracking before the man fell face-first onto the ground, his weak and
wounded body lying there like a pile of mud.

At this moment, all that man could do was exhale. He had difficulty breathing in. "Damn it! You..." And
with that, his life left his body.

The other three men from the Ghost Sect were shocked and frightened to see that Austin had killed
their man so fast and ferociously with his resolute moves.

Austin didn't allow himself to relax even though he had killed one of the men with such ease. After all,
he was still in the enemy's lair. He knew that it would be impossible for him to escape if the ten corpse
generals and hundreds of mummies swarmed toward him.

Right now, the sole option for Austin was to swiftly kill the other three men from the Ghost Sect. Only
after that could he plan what to do next.

With that thought, he immediately shifted his attention to the remained three men as soon as the first
one was dead and attacked them with over thirty streaks of sword-light.

At the same time, he swiftly jumped on one of the three men.



The streaks of sword-light revealed his level four sword intent. Each streak of sword-light contained
Austin's vital energy force and reflected his understanding of swordsmanship. The sword gave off
numerous streaks of intense light which were either horizontal or vertical.

Anyway, all the three men from the Ghost Sect were at the premium stage of Earth Realm. In the face
of Austin's attacks, they made their respective moves in succession to counterattack him.

One of the men released a sinister and ferocious pitch black ghost which soared and stopped Austin
from moving ahead.

The second man took out a stick like the one held by a son in a funeral procession. It was black at one
end and white at the other end. As soon the man wielded the stick, gusts of ghostly wind began to blow
into the cave and the cave turned pitch black. It seemed that the Black and White Ghosts were coming
to the human world to collect the souls of human beings. Pitch black streams of strong corpse miasma
were erupting out of both ends of the stick. The corpse miasma emitted a sickly stench.

The third man took out a little bell and shook it. The bell immediately expanded in size and became as
large as a washbasin. As he shook the bell, funeral music rang out through the cave. The funeral music
sounded as if many ghosts and demons were weeping. Anyone who heard the sound would be scared
out of their wits.

Still using his Illusory Swordsmanship, Austin strode forward and appeared in front of the man who was
holding the mourning stick.

The man widened his eyes in shock but continued to sway the stick, producing a heavy stream of
corpse miasma.

In an instant, Austin was engulfed by the corpse miasma.

Seeing this, the man holding the stick was filled with relief.



He laughed and exclaimed, "No matter how powerful you are, as long as you breathe in my infernal
corpse miasma, you will die! And if not, you will surely become paralyzed!"

He had spent years in cultivation to be able to create this kind of infernal corpse miasma, so he knew
how vicious it was. He was confident that since this warrior had been exposed to his corpse miasma,
he would definitely suffer the pain of flesh and bone erosion.

He thought that he had won this battle for sure.

But to the astonishment of the man wielding the stick, Austin merely smirked at him. In fact, Austin
wasn't hurt at all. He had surrounded himself with his vital energy, which emitted a golden light and
diffused against the corpse miasma around him. With the diffusion of the vital energy, the dense corpse
miasma seemed to have encountered its natural enemy and couldn't function at all.

Earlier, the other two men from the Ghost Sect were also relieved to see that Austin was completely
surrounded by the infernal corpse miasma because they both knew that it was a fatal move.

All of a sudden, a streak of intense sword-light shot through the pitch black corpse miasma and hit the
man wielding the stick squarely on his chest.

He looked down and faintly noted that his chest had a fist-sized hole in it.

Then, he looked back up at Austin, who was calmly walking out of the dense corpse miasma while
bathed in a stream of golden light. "Fuck you! How can my infernal corpse miasma not work on you? It
should have..."

With those words, he died. The pitch black corpse miasma swiftly dispersed as soon as it came into
contact with the golden light that Austin was emitting.



This was the second man from the Ghost Sect that had been put to death in a flash by just a single
move.

Without any pause, Austin jumped on the man who was swinging the bell.

"Sir, why haven't the ten corpse generals arrived yet?" the man swinging the bell asked the only other
fellow alive.

He was feeling rather desperate after seeing Austin kill his evenly matched fellow men with such ease.
Now that Austin was jumping on him with a murderous expression on his face, he was frightened out of
his wits.

"The corpse generals are coming soon, but we have to resist this guy until they arrive. I'll help you! The
only chance we have of beating this guy is if we fight him together."

Both of the remaining men from the Ghost Sect had realized that the young man in front of them was
not only at the premium stage of Earth Realm, but also outmatched them in terms of fighting power.

They knew that Austin would kill them easily if they fought him individually.

So, the two of them moved closer to each other in an attempt to fight Austin together.

"It's too late," Austin said with a laugh when he saw what the men were doing.

He released all five of his Spiritual Sense Flying Needles which invaded the Soul Sea of the man with
the bell. They flew to various corners of his Soul Sea and deliberately destroyed his spiritual sense.

At the same time, a red dagger and a black dagger appeared above them. Then, all of a sudden, they
rapidly descended toward the Altar Owner.



The Altar Owner was so terror-stricken that all the hairs on his body stood up. He knew that he was in
serious danger. Fortunately, he was powerful and had a lot of experience in fighting, so he hastily
ordered the ferocious ghost to resist the attacks of those daggers as soon as he detected them.

Meanwhile, the man holding the bell sensed that his Soul Sea had been intruded by five iron needles
which were flying here and there in an attempt to destroy his spiritual sense. Since he had the power of
spiritual sense too, so he would have been able to resist Austin's attack if a single flying needle had
invaded his Soul Sea. However, since five flying needles had intruded his Soul Sea, it was impossible
for him to withstand their attacks.

He felt a great headache as if his head was going to explode.

This was the first time that Austin had tried using five flying needles together to see how powerful they
were. Seeing the pain reflected on the man's face, Austin couldn't conceal his great joy. That man
wasn't able to even defend himself. Austin concluded that releasing five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles
at the same time would be far more effective for fighting his enemies than releasing a single one.

While the man was being mentally tortured by the attacks of the five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles in
his Soul Sea, Austin used his Illusory Swordsmanship with his long sacred sword. Then, along with
level four sword intent, over thirty streaks of sword-light attacked the man holding the bell.

Suddenly, the air was thick with the sound of blood squirting out. The body of the man holding the bell
looked like a wooden bucket that had holes all over it.

Blood was jetting out of holes everywhere on his body.

Now, the Altar Owner was the only man who was still alive. He was overwhelmed with fear when he
realized that Austin had killed another of his fellow men so easily. Staring at Austin, he consciously
retreated toward the entrance of the cave.



He couldn't help but think that this young man in front of him was just like an emissary from the 18-level
hell who had been specially sent to kill people.

But at this moment, loud and swift footsteps could be heard from the entrance of the cave.

Bang, bang, bang... The whole cave trembled with the intensity of the footsteps.

Upon hearing the sound of these footsteps, the Altar Owner, the sole surviving man from the Ghost
Sect, became excited.

His fear was completely replaced by hatred and gloating.

With his eyes fixed on Austin, he declared, "Too bad. The ten corpse generals have arrived. You're
going to die!"

He gritted his teeth while saying the words like he was viciously cursing Austin.


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