The Supreme God

Half a day had already passed, but the two sides still remained in a stalemate, and no one seemed to be able to grasp the upper hand.

"Damn it! Who the hell are you?

How come you're so powerful?

Tell me. Are you a projection of a god of chaos?"

Austin asked as his animosity towards the Hand of Heaven continued to grow.

"Ha-ha. Why do you want to know? Are you afraid of me, boy?

Unfortunately for you, you don't deserve to know my background yet," the Hand of Heaven sneered.

"Tch. Fine!

It doesn't matter anyway. You always appear in every supreme cosmos, killing innocent people indiscriminately.

You're the kind that I hate the most!

And now that I met you, I swear that I will find out your true identity.

I'm warning you. Don't you even dare to lay a hand on any people in this place!"

Austin snapped back and launched a fierce attack again.

At the same time, he displayed all kinds of secret martial arts that he had been practicing.

"Oh, this is a surprise!

I never expected that such an extraordinary guy like you would actually appear in this space sea.

There used to be a legend, saying that one day the reincarnation race would rise again, and they would be superior once more.

I didn't really pay attention to that. I thought it was nonsense.

But looking at you now, I think the legend is somewhat credible.

Well, the disciples of the reincarnation race are really difficult to deal with since then."

The Hand of Heaven heaved a sigh.

"But don't you dare think so highly of yourself! You're just a weak brat!

Maybe if those old fools from the reincarnation race came here, I might be a bit scared.

But if it's just you, I don't even need to waste my time. You have no right to act rudely in front of me, you bastard!

How dare you look down on me and meddle with my affairs? Do you want me to kill you?!"

strong murderous will, and its tone

Boom! Boom!

it dashed

in the chaotic void where Austin stood, the projections

from mere illusions, and finally turned into

brightly. It turned

Heaven had such a dreadful omnipotent skill. Out of nowhere, it was able to transfer several cosmoses from somewhere and used them as weapons to attack

a projection

would

through gritted

at the level of a god of chaos, it should be a piece of cake for you if you want

you just left some of your hands in here. Let me

away from here. Hence, you need to produce countless hands and place them in these cosmoses. I think you may be looking for

body is trapped in a certain place, meaning

is it?"

You talk too

don't need to answer

in for a beating, brat!" the Hand

blows again, and their fierce battle raged on for a few days and nights. However, the result was still vague. No one was able

unexpectedly, the Hand of Heaven slowly moved back into

think you're doing? You're going to run

You're not going anywhere!"

as he easily noticed what his opponent

skill and quickly chased after the Hand of Heaven into the depths of the

of Heaven is retreating! I think Master Austin

creatures in the Fiend Cosmos were shocked to see this

of Heaven descended into the Fiend Cosmos. It had caused a

didn't want to be involved with it. They would flee the

and it looked like he

"Master Austin is invincible!"

have provoked him further, the demon race might have been

also seemed a lot more relieved at the same time. A few days ago, they took the initiative to fight with the young man and lost miserably. Thinking back on their actions, they thought that they were actually committing suicide at

void, Austin continued to tear the space apart as he chased after the sneaky Hand

four supreme cosmoses—the

of creatures in these supreme cosmoses and no

greatly suppressed. They didn't dare to

was confused about

the true reason why it had

kill someone, or was it looking for

very interested in it, and he didn't want to let this opportunity slip out of his hands. It was his chance

after the hand with all his

really have the guts to

when it saw that Austin

was belittling

have to be afraid of you in the first place? You're just a projection for crying