The Supreme God

As he sunk to the ground, a rusty taste came at the back of his throat. Involuntarily, his throat contracted and a mouthful of blood
came out. He wiped it away and pushed against the ground to get himself up.
The herbal pot's energy started to diminish. It seemed to have used up all of it destroying all of Austin's sword intent and pushing
him away.
With a wave of his hand, Steward Meng recalled the herbal pot.
Once again, he infused energy into it.
"Again!" he commanded.
Instantly, the herbal pot once again came flying towards Austin with a furious force.
Realizing that his sword skills were useless, Austin desperately thought about the best alternative. Austin felt as if he were
pushed against the wall with no idea of how he would escape. Finally, he decided to go with using Twin Shadow Blades this time
around.
"Clang!"
With a crisp metal crash, the Twin Shadow Blades flew back and almost hit Austin himself.
Luckily, Austin managed to redirect the Twin Shadow Blades with his mind and turn the blunt edges of the blades to his side so
the blades would not hurt him.
Still, the impact gave him an internal injury. Another mouthful of blood came out of him.
"Haha! One more!" laughed Steward Meng.
Although it took Steward Meng a lot of vital energy to launch the herbal pot, he was determined to prevent a breathing spell for
Austin. He was winning and he wanted to keep it that way.
Without the Twin Shadow Blades to protect him, the herbal pot slammed against Austin once again.
Austin gnashed his teeth in frustration as he looked at the fast approaching herbal pot.
"Howl!"

he roared as he stretched his arms. His fists clenched as he concentrated on collecting 1000 pounds of strength in each of them
to try to fight the herbal pot.
"Boom!"
A loud sound marked the pot's solid impact. With another massive and forceful blow, Austin came flying backward like a
stringless kite. Then, he fell to the ground creating a huge crater on the earth.
He shuffled to his feet. Covered in scars, he looked very worn-out.
Austin did not expect the herbal pot to be this powerful. He was caught off-guard with its capabilities
with no clue on how to defeat it.
Steward Meng, on the other hand, despite having the upper hand, was astonished by the power that Austin had displayed.
He trained for decades to be able to master the herbal pot and hundreds of strong martial artists at Mysterious Realm before him
had died because of its power. Austin, however, remained standing even after being knocked down again and again. Moreover,
he did not seem so badly hurt. This was not something a typical practitioner could do.
Gauging his opponent's capabilities, he turned serious.
'It seems that I need to exert more efforts to kill this guy, '
Steward Meng thought to himself.
He sneered, "I must give it to you, Austin. You are a good fighter. You are powerful and you have excellent sword skills. I am very
much impressed with your level 2 sword intent. Not to mention, you move swiftly--quick and agile.
In spite of all of those, though. I'm afraid I will still kill you."
He was dead serious. In his eyes, Austin was a dead meat.
Austin looked at Steward Meng's face that was with maniacal, murderous intention. He knew that the fight would not get any
easier. Escape was also quite impossible.
If it were any other martial artist, his exceptional speed could possibly save his life. This was something that he could take
advantage of.

With Steward Meng, however, it did not seem to be an option because of his wings. It would take more than just speed. No
matter how quickly he managed to run, it would be no match for when Steward Meng took flight.
It was hopeless to try to get away. Austin was left with no other option but to fight until the end.
"Blargh," he vomited a mouthful of blood once again. Then, gathering all of his strength, he folded his two palms together.
Wisps of golden vital energy billowed out of his slender fingers like golden snakes.
Austin moved his fingers rapidly changing the snakes' formations into a whir of mesmerizing golden spirals. It was a dazzling
sight to behold. Then, the vital energy force condensed and collected in his palms.
During Austin's practice of the Golden Sun Scripture, he managed to find time to practice the Grand Pagoda Summoning Skill as
well. In his training, he practiced increasing the speed of summoning the Grand Pagoda because he was well aware that in a
fight, time was of the essence. No enemy would wait for him if he were not fast enough. In fact, that could even lead to his
demise.
It was no wonder that in using the Grand Pagoda Summoning Skill, a martial artist's true power was measured based on how
quickly he managed to summon it.
With his diligence, he was now able to summon the Grand Pagoda at a fairly acceptable speed.
This was something that Steward Meng could have noticed if he were not consumed by his overconfidence. He noticed that
Austin was coming up with something again but he failed to realize exactly what it was.
With a grim smile, he said, "Wow. I am surprised that you're not yet giving up. You're more stupid than I thought. I'm sorry to
burst your bubble, son, but it's useless to resist."
Angry, Steward Meng took the herbal pot and threw it forward. Immediately, the vital energy force gushed out as he attacked.
As for Austin, his hand churned like butterflies dancing beautifully among flowers. Countless strings of vital energy shone
brightly, wrapping around his arms almost covering it completely. The vital energy force was overwhelmingly powerful.
Then, the vital energy force from Austin's hands formed into a three-layered golden pagoda. It was covered completely in gold.
Inexhaustible energy came rolling in from the three-layered pagoda. Then, he said, "I won't celebrate too early if I were you."

Holding the grand pagoda in his hands, Austin's eyes turned gold as he was filled with its power. The energy around him
changed. He was no longer the underdog. Now, he was the dominator. This was the effect of the Grand Pagoda Summoning
Skill: it bestowed the handler with overbearing confidence and equipped him with a force that no other force in the earth or
heavens could compare.
Austin stood still. There was no wind but his clothes were rustled with great energy.