The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Austin didn't waste any tand immediately started his interrogation the moment he'd taken the python to a secluded place.

"Where are the people of the Divine Moon Sect? Where is the location of their headquarters?"

The python stubbornly refused to cooperate, however.

"Brat, you had better letgo or you'll be regretting this very soon!"

Bang!

Without a moment's hesitation, Austin snapped his fingers.

With his action, the huge python's tail was chopped off.

It writhed and wailed in pain, spurting its blood all over the place.

"You really want to die!" it screamed at Austin, its fury and fright evident in its eyes.

Bang!

Austin snapped his fingers again, and the remainder of the python's body was once again chopped off at the end.

"Why are you doing this to me?" The python howled.

Bang!

Its body was chopped of for the third time. At this point, only two thirds of its length remained.

"Just to make things clear," Austin said in a menacing tone, "this is your last chance.

Perhaps you'd like to answer my questions this time.

My next blow is going to be aimed at your head, you know."

The python's eyes widened in fear, and its writhing grew more urgent.

"Please don't, please! I'll answer your questions! I'll tell you everything | know! The headquarters of the Divine Moon Sect is-"

Before it could finish speaking, its head suddenly exploded.

Blood and flesh rained all around, and Austin could see that only half of the python's head remained attached to its body.

Or what was left of its body, after he had cut it thrice.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the bloody carcass.

He'd already understood what just happened, but that knowledge brought him neither comfort nor satisfaction.

He was now at an impasse.

‘Someone obviously planted a restriction of ssorts inside its Soul Sea, to secure the memories and sensitive information that

were held there.

Naturally, when the subject decides to divulge the protected information, the powers that restrained its Soul Sea would take

measures to prevent the breach.

Well, in this case, it blew up the subject's head.

It's nothing | haven't heard of before, but | didn't expect that such a skill could be adopted here on Earth. How fascinating.’

As a matter of fact, Austin was capable of employing such a method himself.

He was just surprised that there was someone in this world who knew how to use it, especially since there were barely any spiritual

energy and laws on Earth.

He gave a long-suffering sigh as he examined the carcass for the last time.

There went his last clue leading to the Divine Moon Sect.

He was counting on this lead, and now it was blown up to smithereens.

After thinking things over, he decided to return to the funeral home, and promptly rushed back.

He had no choice but to turn to the director in hopes that he could gather something useful.

As Austin occupied himself with his sleuthing, someone else was learning of the python's demise.

Beneath one of the highest well-known peaks of Brilliant Kingdom sat a huge underground palace.

Within it, an old man with grey hair was shouting and anxiously shaking his fists. "What do you mean, Python is dead?! He has

been guarding that corpses for the past decade. And he has always been cautious with his actions!

He had extraordinary strength! He even had the power to transform into human figures in the past. So skilled he was. How could

he suddenly die like this?

Could this incident possibly be tied to that experiment ten years ago? Wait, is there any new progress on that abandoned

experiment?"

The last two questions were directed to himself, but then the old man turned to the messenger who brought him the upsetting

news.

"Make haste! Send someone to Smile City at once, and find out the cause of Python's death! This is urgent. Be sure to keep us

informed so we can take action as soon as possible!"

Around that time, Austin was already looming over the director in his office.

The director was cowering on his knees in front of Austin, and he was going off on a panicky tirade to protect himself.

"Sir, | beg you, please spare me! | truthfully do not know what you're talking about!

| have never in my life heard of the nDivine Moon Sect, and I'm certainly not involved with it in any way! It was Mr. Tao.

Everything was ordered by him!"

The director then rushed to explain what little he knew. "Ten years ago, our funeral hreceived a corpse from a car crash

incident. It was at that tthat Mr. Tao appeared.

He gavea large sum of money in exchange for storing the cadaver in the underground freezer. He madepromise not to

cremate the remains no matter what happened. The victim's family chere multiple times after that, to demand that measures

be taken to proceed with the cremation, but | always managed to cup with excuses and refuse them.

Today, after you removed the body from the premises, | of course contacted Mr. Tao immediately. He turned up at the door almost

instantly, and askedto point you out. That's all | know, sir, | swear!"

The director was visibly terrified.

He had just run back to his office, having barely recovered from his last frightful encounter, when Austin stormed in.

As soon as the director saw the young man, he immediately prostrated himself and begged for mercy, crying out rapid fire answers

to Austin's inquiries.

His display alone was rather convincing, but Austin stretched out his spiritual sense to make sure the director wasn't lying.

"All right, that's enough!" Austin huffed when he confirmed the truth.

"Just remember, if you do something like that again, especially for money of all things, I'll cback and kill you!"

With that, he disappeared from the office in a flash.

The director remained on his knees, sobbing out his declarations and pleas. "Thank you, thank you for your mercy! | won't, |

promise. I'll turn over a new leaf and atone for my crimes!"

A full ten minutes passed before he had the will and the energy to pick himself up.

Meanwhile, Austin wandered aimlessly on the streets, his mind trying to work out the botherspuzzle before him.

'The Divine Moon Sect seems to be working underneath the radar. I've learned nothing, and I've even run out of leads. Forget it; I'm

going to dig that sect out no matter what!"

He paused and looked around, taking stock of his surroundings.

‘Great changes have taken place in this city, and | can barely recognize it anymore!"

Ten years ago, he cthis city to work after graduating from college.

He wasn't alone back then.

His girlfriend tagged along with him, and they were together for three years.

He was hardworking, and his career took off.

But when he was up for a managerial position, a rival at work framed him.

As a result, not only did he not get the promotion, he was forced to leave the company altogether.

His girlfriend also decided it was the perfect tto leave him.

She wasn't willing to go through such a hard phase, and soon beca mistress to a rich, married guy.

The last he heard, she had gone abroad with her benefactor.

Unable to deal with succeeding misfortunes from both his personal and professional lives, Austin turned to alcohol.

One night when he was particularly drunk, he had staggered onto the highway and got hit by a car.

He had died on the spot.

Now, as Austin walked down the neighborhood of this City, all sorts of emotions welled up inside him.

He was lost in his dark thoughts when a large displayed advertisement caught his eye from a corner of the street.

It was about an auction of Buddhist treasures, of precious items from ancient times.

It had a list, and among them the most eye-catching was a piece of Buddha's relics.

It was from Buddha Hawley, the advertisement said, one of the most important founding members of Buddhism.

It was without a doubt the highlight of the auction, the most valuable item up for bid.

Austin was appalled. "There's no way they really have such an item. They must be dealing fakes."

But then he saw that the organizer of this event was Cassede Auction House.

It was one of the most prominent auction houses in the world, and thus it couldn't possibly be willing to tarnish its own reputation

by dealing with con items.

He began to toy with the possibility that the advertisement was not lying. 'All right then, let's go and have a look!"

It was said that the relics of a genuine Buddha could be unimaginably valuable and precious.

'If I'm lucky enough to get my hands on one of Buddha Hawley's relics, | need to think about what to use it for. Oh, the possibilities

are endless!"

He had cultivated Buddhist omnipotent skills in the past, and Ivy and Sue both had Crystal Buddha Body, so he had always paid

attention to all things Buddhism related.

He was heading cheerfully to the auction.

Meanwhile, over a hundred people had gathered around the carcass of a huge python at the outskirts of the city.

Among them was an old man clad in black.

"Look at this mess! Someone must have forced its hand and interrogated it, triggering the restriction on its Soul Sea and killing it

eventually!"

The old man's face was then clouded with a complex emotion.

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