Chapter 1189 Six Great Masters In The Primal Holy Realm (1/2)

This was a high-grade holy weapon that was made of eighteen swords. It was extremely powerful.

Austin never expected that he would obtain such a formidable weapon. He promptly took out the Slaughtering Sword and released a ray of bloody sword-light that cut the eighteen swords into halves.

The holy weapon was vulnerable before Austin's attack with the archaic weapon.

”No!”

Nicolas cried, desperately. He had been so distraught over the destruction of the holy weapon that he hadn't noticed that Austin had moved closer to him. Now, the Slaughtering Sword in Austin's hand was pointed at his throat.

Austin slammed his fist on Nicolas' temple to render him unconscious. Then, Austin teleported him to the City model.

”Ha-ha. Mr. Gold Hand, we meet again!”

When Austin glanced around the room, he saw Mr. Gold Hand, one of the Holy Sons of the Magic Hand Sect.

Mr. Gold Hand was just an ordinary Holy Son, so his status was nowhere near as honorable as that of Gerry, the Holy Heritor of their sect.

This time, Gerry was the host of the elite gathering of the younger generation, while Mr. Gold Hand attended to mingle with the guests.

Aware that Austin had recognized him, the color drained from Mr. Gold Hand's face. He remembered the fight he had with Austin in the past. Realizing that he would get into trouble, Mr. Gold Hand thought about escaping.

”Why are you avoiding me, Mr. Gold Hand?”

Austin laughed. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Mr. Gold Hand and grabbed him with only one hand.

Mr. Gold Hand, who was at the medium stage of Astral Realm, was nothing before Austin now.

”Run!

Some elders are coming to our rescue! Just hold on for a while!”

Gerry shouted as he rushed toward the window. When hosting the gathering, he never imagined that Austin would be here.

On his head, a huge elixir pot released clouds of dense ivory smoke, which gave off an intoxicating aroma of elixirs. In a flash, Gerry was shrouded in the smoke.

This was a high-grade holy weapon.

”It's too late!”

Suddenly, Austin blocked his path. With a grim smile, he brandished the Slaughtering Sword.

”Bang!”

With a loud crash, the elixir pot fell off Gerry's head.

Then Austin reached forward and grabbed it. The smile on Austin's face grew at the thought of having obtained a high-grade holy weapon.

”I'll kill you!”

Gerry barked in rage. He narrowed his eyes as he flipped his hand. In an instant, a pill with violent potency appeared on his palm.

'Eh, what is this?