The Supreme God

"Well. It all depends on whether or not any one of you have the ability to defeat me. I am totally confident that none of you are powerful enough to defeat me. On the contrary, I am afraid that you will be killed in this fight.

However you don't be too afraid of my words for I am not going to tear your souls apart and render them useless. Soul, the most precious thing for cultivators, shouldn't be wasted. Instead, I will use them to refine the Ghost Devouring Flag.

I am sure that my Ghost-devouring Flag will upgrade to a higher level once it has absorbed your souls."

The demonic youth who had a scorpion tattoo on his face said these things in a cold tone and burst into a shrill laughter on being faced by Tolkien's aggressive manner.

Hardly had he finished his words when his right hand suddenly stretched out and very soon, a thick blanket of black smog erupted from his palm. As the smog spread quickly around him, he was soon enveloped by it in mere seconds. Now, the only thing that could give away his location was the black smog but where exactly did he lay in that smog, no one could tell.

Seconds later, a burst of vital energy force surged out of the smog and turned into the shape of a demon's paw. Anyone would have run in the face of such danger. The paw was as high as thirty meters. Suddenly, it pounced on Graham.

The evil man wanted to raid Graham unawares!

'Is that the Ghost-devouring Flag? It looks like the same black smog I faced while fleeing the Ghost Sect. It's really shameful that someone is using the Ghost-devouring Flag in this event!'

Austin felt a sudden rush of panic as he thought about this. Since the black smog didn't seem to be dissipating, he inferred that the demonic young man was most probably using the Ghost Devouring Flag.

'Can it be that they are from the Ghost Sect? Wait a minute, there are from the Ghost Sect!

It is unbelievable that disciples of the Ghost Sect have shown up in the Outstanding Talents Exchange Games!'

Talents Exchange Games. It was well-known that they were the archenemy of

controlled it. Even Austin had been taught a lesson by the Ghost-devouring Flag, and it left a vivid impression upon him. Perhaps that was why his first thought on seeing the smog was about the

"How dare you!"

spear suddenly appeared between them. Then he stepped forward and bayoneted at that black smog with all his strength. He wielded his spear tirelessly, and every strike

a rumbling sound was heard and it echoed through the arena. Then, a strong wind arose from where the spear was attacking the smog. It formed a whirlwind, and blew outside. As its gust swept across the hall, everyone in the hall felt

marble pieces which had lined the floor broke apart and were thrown across the entire hall.

a cultivation base at the stage of Sky

that he was no match for these cultivators who were at the stage of Sky Realm. He could clearly sense the intense vital energy fluctuations of these contestants and it wasn't going to be easy to defeat them. In fact, he

anyone who was at the same level. In fact, he wasn't even afraid of cultivators at the premium stage of Mysterious Realm. To him, any opponent in the same realm was easy to

to fight with a powerful cultivator whose cultivation base was at any level of

by Graham's side and he decided to do his ally a favor when he saw Graham and the demonic

come out

fist and punched towards the cloud of smoke with all his strengths. All of a sudden, a strong vital energy force burst out from his body like a volcano had erupted. Traveling extremely fast, it transformed into a

by Bruce showed unparalleled momentum and felt violent. The golden light he had emitted pierced the darkness of the smog. It penetrated through the smog and sounds of clashes were heard. Somehow, a shadowy figure seemed to pop up in the

hall was appalled by

the contrary, it emanated the highest regal dignity and authority. Every time

Austin judged that Bruce's cultivation base was higher than that of Graham even though both of them were at the stage

there were still gaps