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.

they can't fight back. Then, I'll figure

Austin thought to himself.

asset to whichever party he chose to side on. With an ally as potent as he

subdue Warner and Emmet, he wasted no time

to perform the

mind swords wreaked havoc inside Warner and

it goes

the hell

exactly are

Warner fumed.

got it. It's the

being attacked by the

Emmet exclaimed.

is a master with extraordinary mind powers

It's too strong! I can't

believe that there is someone

to Warner through

had finally realized what was assaulting

was one of

a few could master

of cultivators who could be recognized

rare that some eras had

about its existence. For the same reason, it took Warner and

are right. It must be the mind

as he finally

is attacking us with the mind

of these

of these buffoons is good

Warner growled furiously.

not the governing gods, then it must be the other guy who has been

has been

Emmet suggested.

"You mean Austin?

believe that this brat can summon the mind power! Let alone cultivate it strong enough

Warner blurted out.

was skeptical that Austin was the one using the mind power against them, but it

they were fighting

origins, and they had earned

Emmet knew

had strong mind power, it would have already spread throughout the cosmos. By process of elimination, they were certain it

that

cursed through gritted

On the other hand,

preoccupied performing the Mind Sword Skill

first time,

into a pulp by the mind

the sharp pain from the inside, their faces closed in a grimace, and their skin was

was adding fuel

sword kept hurting them―it felt like

made it harder to