The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Solomon immediately sent a message to Bartholomew, informing him of Winston's whereabouts.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Old man, you've been on the run for a long time, and I've been searching for you all that time.

| honestly never thought I'd actually find you!

You've been hiding for so long; that must mean you have not recovered yet.

This seems like the best opportunity I'll get to kill you!"

Bartholomew could not help bursting into a mad laughter, unable to contain his joy when he received this news.

He had schemed with Winston's other disciples to collude with his enemies to set a trap and launch a sneak attack on him. As a result, Winston had been seriously injured and forced to flee in his desperation.

Although his disciples knew he'd been badly hurt, they could not rest knowing he was still out there somewhere, alive. They lived in fear that their master would come back for them and get his revenge once he'd healed.

They had a deep and clear understanding of the strength Winston possessed.

Once he'd regained his power and gotten back up to his peak combat effectiveness, they would not stand a chance against him.

Over the years, Bartholomew and Winston's disciples had been trying to track him down, hoping to put him to an end once and for all.

However, he'd kept himself well hidden, not leaving them any traces to follow.

Only now did Bartholomew finally manage to discover his whereabouts.

"You're not getting away this time, old man!"

Bartholomew sneered, his eyes brimming with a cold killing intent.

"Tell them to take action, work together and destroy that wretched old man!" Bartholomew barked to his subordinates. He pondered a moment before deciding to share the news with Winston's disciples.

They received his message before long.

“What? Did | hear that right?

Has Bartholomew really found the old man?

That's great!"

"The old man is surely going to die now!"

After getting Bartholomew's message, all the disciples, one after the other, started frothing at the mouth murderously. They all set out to link up with Bartholomew.

Excited to get hold of their master, they sped up, rushing towards the Ninth Floor.

In no time at all, several terrifying figures suddenly broke in.

There were four in total.

They were all gods of chaos, emitting an astonishing aura.

They were no ordinary gods of chaos either, but top masters with terrifying fighting power, just like Bartholomew. The entire Ninth Floor shook under the energy they emitted on their arrival.

“Restrain yourselves, and save your energy.

You do not need to show off in front of me,”

Bartholomew said casually as he stepped out of his palace.

Winston had once had a total of five disciples, each of whom had ascended to god of chaos.

It was a testament to just how skilled he was at training those under him.

But the relationships between the disciples were weak.

They would never normally contact each other.

They all felt the same that they would probably never talk to each other till the day they died.

But this was no ordinary circumstance. They had to come together this time to deal with Winston.

"Quit stalling. Where on earth is that old man?

Let's get to him and kill him right now! It'll solve all our problems in a pinch," mumbled one disciple through a muffled voice. His face was fat and he was built like an iron tower.

"Do not underestimate him. He may have been seriously injured, but it's been many years and he's probably recovered a lot. We must exercise caution.”

The disciple that spoke looked like a teenager and waved a folding fan in his hand. He seemed elegant and unrestrained. "Let's be reasonable.

We should work together to take down that old man.

Only once he's dead can we feel at ease.

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Bartholomew said calmly, nodding his head as he thought it over.

“Let's get going.

Follow me,”

he said, gesturing to the others to follow on behind him.

In a flash, he had led the four gods of chaos out of the Ninth Floor.

Solomon had already sent Winston's current location to Bartholomew.

The bloodthirsty gang then headed straight for the Fallen Divine Valley.

Cain of the darkness race was the one who'd figured out where Winston was.

With his abilities in deduction, his conclusion was very likely accurate.

Bartholomew and the others felt confident they were moving in the right direction.

At the same time, in the Fallen Divine Valley,

Winston and the infinity beast were chatting casually in the center of the square.

Suddenly, the cool expression on Winston's face disappeared.

He closed his eyes, concentrating hard and calculating.

"It seems quite likely that my disciples have found me.

They're heading for the Fallen Divine Valley as we speak,"

Winston said a moment later as he got to his feet.

"What? Are you serious?

Your disciples have found you?

How is that possible?

They have not been able to find you for so many years. How were they suddenly able to locate you?" The infinity beast was shocked by Winston's revelation.

He knew every one of the disciples on the way was very powerful.

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Once they knew Winston's location, his trouble would never end. "Yes, they've found me. That's why they're on the way here now.

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Winston explained.

"We should leave as soon as possible.

Once they're here, we might find it hard to get out."

Winston quickly activated formulas and sent his energy into the surrounding space and time. Amoment later,

the entire Fallen Divine Valley trembled violently, and slowly rose up.

It was a space treasure Winston had refined.

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"My disciples have found me and are heading for the valley. We have to leave," Winston replied, giving the gist of it to him.

The whole valley then began moving ahead rapidly.