The Supreme God

Solomon immediately sent a message to Bartholomew, informing him of Winston's whereabouts.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Old man, you've been on the run for a long time, and I've been searching for you all that time.

I honestly never thought I'd actually find you!

You've been hiding for so long; that must mean you have not recovered yet.

This seems like the best opportunity I'll get to kill you!"

Bartholomew could not help bursting into a mad laughter, unable to contain his joy when he received this news.

He had schemed with Winston's other disciples to collude with his enemies to set a trap and launch a sneak attack on him.

As a result, Winston had been seriously injured and forced to flee in his desperation.

Although his disciples knew he'd been badly hurt, they could not rest knowing he was still out there somewhere, alive.

They lived in fear that their master would come back for them and get his revenge once he'd healed.

They had a deep and clear understanding of the strength Winston possessed.

Once he'd regained his power and gotten back up to his peak combat effectiveness, they would not stand a chance against him.

Over the years, Bartholomew and Winston's disciples had been trying to track him down, hoping to put him to an end once and for all.

However, he'd kept himself well hidden, not leaving them any traces to follow.

Only now did Bartholomew finally manage to discover his whereabouts.

"You're not getting away this time, old man!"

Bartholomew sneered, his eyes brimming with a cold killing intent.

"Tell them to take action, work together and destroy that wretched old man!" Bartholomew barked to his subordinates.

He pondered a moment before deciding to share the news with Winston's disciples.

They received his message before long.

"What? Did I hear that right?

Has Bartholomew really found the old man?

That's great!"

man is surely going to

disciples, one after the

to link

get hold of their master, they sped up, rushing towards the

time at all, several terrifying figures suddenly broke

were four in

of

of chaos either, but top masters with terrifying fighting power, just

the energy they emitted on their

and

need to show off in front

casually as he stepped out of his

had a total of five disciples,

was a testament to just how skilled he

relationships between the

never normally contact each

felt the same that they would probably never

to come together this time

stalling. Where on earth is that old

and kill him right now! It'll solve all our problems in a pinch," mumbled one disciple

fat and he

been seriously injured, but it's been many years

We must exercise caution."

disciple that spoke looked like a teenager and waved a folding fan in his hand. He seemed

"Let's be reasonable.

together to

he's dead can we

he's alive, we will always be worried, having

his head

"Let's get going.

Follow me,"

to the others to follow

led the four gods of

already sent Winston's current location to

then headed straight for

the darkness race was the one who'd figured out

his conclusion was very likely

the others felt confident they

same time, in

chatting casually

expression on Winston's face

closed his eyes, concentrating