The Supreme God

"Humph!"

When they heard what Sword Son Curry said, the four governing gods' faces darkened.

They wanted to fight him, to kill him, but they had come to the harsh realization that the grey-robed elder was too strong for them to handle. Fear speckled in their eyes.

They went from respecting him, to thinking they could overcome him if they all worked together, to finally

being proved wrong.

They weren't going to be fools and provoke him again so they stood down. After all, he had defeated the four of them with one blow.

The anger slowly withdrew from their faces.

Meanwhile, in the world of swordsmanship,

a man clad in white clothes approached Austin in mid-air.

He moved in a leisure way. There was a piece of withered grass in the corner of his mouth and his white hair was tied in a ponytail at the top of his head.

His white clothes were spotless, which made him exude an unworldly aura.

It seemed like the worldly affairs had nothing to do with him.

A few seconds later, he stopped in front of Austin.

"I will fight you using just one sword skill. If you stop me, then you are the winner.

If it ends in a draw, that will also be considered a win for you,"

the man in white said as he looked at Austin.

As he stood in the void, white clouds that appeared out of thin air moved above and below him. He appeared so unbothered that it almost threw Austin off.

"All right. Let's do this, sir," Austin replied humbly.

Staying focused, Austin pointed his sword at the man in white.

Although the white-robed man acted in a lazy manner, Austin could tell that each of his moves contained the essence of swordsmanship.

It somehow seemed like the man was really a sharp sword.

Austin knew that he possessed terrifying strength.

It had been more than one hundred and eighty years since Austin had entered this world.

During that period, he had been fighting with the sword cultivators every day without much rest.

Though he had been through a lot, he had also learnt a lot.

Austin had developed the manner and character

of a good swordsman.

was calm and never self-conceited. He was just focused

around the handle of his long sword and he

stood there facing each other and waiting for the duel to

make my

in white said

as he

on his face turned

aura began to

and more

the blue, a sword light

fast that Austin didn't even know that the white-robed man had made

strike was

widened

I can feel the power behind it. It could destroy anything,' he remarked

"That was bloody brilliant!"

Austin praised sincerely.

However, he didn't flinch.

out of his body and gathered into the sword in his

on recalling his understanding and comprehension

a beam of light and sword aura that cut off the space. Loud noises filled their ears and then everything went

Austin's strike was fatal,

the best one

Clang!

streaks of

alone, the entire world around them

caused time and space

for

of energy was

out in

caused

to face, motionless. All through the attacks, neither of

Then,

in Austin's hand exploded into fine

cut appeared

spurted from it,

and

of them stood in the void and looked at each other. An eerie, silent atmosphere

the man in white broke the silence. "You won," he

then turned around and flew away. Before Austin

shattered my sword. Actually,

Austin said.

was no response from the man in

32500th

murmured to himself as he tidied

he was in this world, his

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