The Supreme God

"Arrrgh!

Damn it!

Warner! Emmet! I will never forget this!"

Rollins' spiritual soul materialized from his battered and bruised physical body. He fled at full speed.

"Ha-ha! Do you think you can escape from us?" Warner mockingly glared. He had a sinister and amused look as he raised his eyebrows scornfully.

Warner and Emmet were an iconic pair. They were known for being downright wicked and ruthless―showing mercy to their victims was never an option. Their corrupt morals propelled to summon the black sword and the red sword at once. They headed straight to Rollins' spiritual soul.

"Stand down!"

Alarmed, the other governing gods quickly dashed to save him.

However, to their dismay, they were already too late.

Before they could even reach his position, Rollins' spiritual soul was cut in half. He screamed in agony.

"Ahhhhh! Help me!" Rollins' broken spiritual soul frantically cried for aid.

He realized that his life was hanging on by a thread.

If his spiritual soul received another blow, he would die for good―he could no longer resurrect his physical body.

One misstep could cause the old man's eternal demise. Timing was essential―they had to act fast or suffer the consequences. The leader of the Long Sword Sect took out an orange gourd cask.

"Rollins, get inside!" he shouted at the battered spiritual soul.

Rollins' spiritual soul quickly transformed into a wisp of smoke. It then went straight into the gourd cask and found its safety inside.

It was a high-level magic treasure, especially designed to imprison the enemy's spiritual souls. Putting the spiritual soul inside was a quick-witted way to remedy the dire situation. Through this, Emmet and Warner couldn't do any further damage.

"That was close! That guy almost got killed,"

Austin exclaimed and sighed in relief.

Irked that their victim escaped their grasp, Warner and Emmet madly roared, "All of you must die!"

They both dashed towards the other governing gods.

The governing gods also went in for the kill―they were not going down without a fight.

As soon as they were engaged in the battle, it immediately became violent and ferocious.

However, without Austin to assist them, the governing gods were once again at a disadvantage.

It was evident since they were forced to step back when they collided with Warner and Emmet.

The abyss violently shook as they continued with the bloodshed―it was like an earthquake of high magnitude.

Thankfully, the great cosmos force was protecting the abyss. Hence, no damages were going to be sustained.

Watching the violent encounter unfold before his eyes, Austin was deep in his thoughts―he was brewing a plan.

can't fight back. Then, I'll figure out a way to control

Austin thought to himself.

to whichever party he chose to side

had decided to subdue Warner and

started to perform the

sharp mind swords wreaked havoc inside Warner

it

it! Who the hell

are these

Warner fumed.

it. It's

are being attacked by the

Emmet exclaimed.

a master with extraordinary mind powers

too strong! I can't

that there is someone who has such

complained to Warner through his

finally realized what was

was one of the

a few

of cultivators who could be recognized

power was so rare that some eras had no

reason, it took Warner and Emmet a long time to figure out what was

It must

finally put two and two

who on earth is attacking

he one of these

any of these buffoons is

Warner growled furiously.

must be the other guy who has been here watching us fight

has been hiding

Emmet suggested.

"You mean Austin?

brat can summon the mind power! Let alone cultivate it

Warner blurted out.

Austin was the one using the mind power against

for Warner, Emmet, and the governing gods they were fighting against, Austin was the

governing gods present were well-known in their origins, and they had earned their reputation for an era in the Sword

knew

mind power, it would have already spread throughout the cosmos. By

that

cursed through

On the other hand,

performing the Mind Sword

the first time, they

been turned into a pulp by the

from the inside, their faces closed in a grimace, and their skin was starting to look pale and clammy. They roared loudly, consumed by a pain that knew no end or

attacks was adding fuel to the

mind sword kept hurting them―it felt like

made it harder