The Supreme God

Austin might be famous now, but he could not be for too long.

As soon as Billy found out about what happened to his brother, he would surely avenge him and beat the shit out of Austin.

Nobody believed that Austin could resist Billy's revenge. ...

... ...

However, Austin didn't think about it and just left the field with Evan immediately.

If it was up to him, he didn't want to fight. He even warned them about it. However, he didn't have a choice but to fight back when they attacked first. But the question was, would he apologize for it? Austin had no intention to apologize for what he had done. He just protected himself from the bullies.

It was against his will to let himself be bullied in consideration of the general interest.

Austin believed that it required a brave heart to reach the peak of martial skills as they pursued.

If he just wanted to stay alive without any ambitions, he could have just stayed as a leisurely and carefree grunt disciple. Why would he dream of being promoted?

That night…

Austin and Evan found the room arranged for them in the cottage area.

It was a small narrow wooden room.

Austin estimated that it was only about eight square meters. There was a wall with a moonstone inlay whose orange light spread and covered the whole room.

The only old furniture in the room was a table, a chair, and a bed.

also a faint musty smell in

a doghouse. It is even smaller than the thatched cottage of the

Austin sighed helplessly.

That night, he was absorbed in cultivating

was a little bigger than a peanut, shinning with a dazzling light and reflecting his

heat like the sun shining upon

Austin felt his body becoming warm. It seemed that his refined blood was vigorous, and his vitality was surging

in his body gradually became golden,

Sun Scripture was truly out of the ordinary. That feeling had never happened when he cultivated the Purple

...

Austin woke up

the cottage area, they passed by the pavilions, terraces, towers,

the man in charge of this area–a thin and short steward

disciples, am I right? How

the middle-aged man didn't believe Austin

new disciples to have so much money

rather buy more pills to promote their strength. Some of them would

their whole strength. But surely, none of them would waste a lot of money on renting

had his own plan. He thought his greatest weakness now was his low-level vital energy, and the Energy-gathering Array would be undoubtedly helpful

fortune and we want to

his fortune and span

unspoken criticism. He thought that these young men were just two extravagant losers. They had thrown themselves into the road of martial skills but wanted to live in comfort. These idiots were obviously wasting the vital energy crystals. The money spent on renting

he could do than to laugh

your money, so it's up to you how to spend it. I assume you know the amount