Chapter 97 Grand Pagoda Summoning Skill (Part One)

Hang on a second, WHAT?

What the hell was he doing?

Every single member of the audience was nonplussed on noticing Austin's weird behavior. They fixated their sights on him and stared with curiosity all over them.

"Well then. Do what you must. I can already tell you that it will be in vain!"

Billy yelled confidently. He gazed at Austin and locked him under his killing intent, spear held still in his hand. For a second, he didn't move, allowing Austin to continue. But there was something about him!

At that moment, he was flashing the demeanor and bearing that a powerful cultivator should have. Mighty, graceful, and confident.

The audience gazed at him in admiration. Those who had placed a bet on his win getting more and more excited.

The female disciples, who were crazy fans of him were fascinated head over heels now.

Amid the chatter of the crowd, their squeals could be clearly heard," Billy is so dashing!"

"I am Billy's greatest fan! I am gonna be on his side forever!"

Billy's companions felt proud too. They stood tall with heads held high. One could almost get the notion that the girls were chasing them and not Billy from their proud expressions.

Seeing the crowd's supportive attitude, Billy was pleased of himself. He held his spear still, looking at Austin disdainfully out of the corner of his eye. In his eyes, the battle was already won and he just had to drop one last blow.

However, Austin didn't care about the chatter, or indeed about Billy's point of view. He used the Wind-commanding Skill he had learned to fend off the rapidly building up pressure. At the same time, all his vital energy was now concentrated between his hands, swirling and billowing, in numerous strands of light.

Suddenly, a hum and clang rang out just as the shimmering strands between his hands joined together into one big ball.

With a burst of dazzling golden light, a radiant, three-layer pagoda appeared over Austin's palms.

There was something unusual and frightening about the pagoda. It sent a shiver d

accumulated energy inside the latter's hand gushed out in a stream.

It touched the spear and the very air looked like it had been torn apart where the front of the spear went.

Austin's eyes had been fixed on Billy's spear. His pupils had narrowed in the thrill and excitement of the battle and all his hairs were standing up. He could sense the devastating strength of the spear, and the keenness of its tip.

But he wasn't afraid. Golden-colored vital energy was emanating from his veins, which kept pouring into the palm of his hand, and into the golden pagoda over his palms.

Raging power surged inside the pagoda, and a destructive will emanated from it, sweeping the whole area.

Austin's hair billowed in the wind, arms held high. Like a deity who had descended to the earth for one sole battle, he was holding the destructive force in his hands that no one else had dared to use. Under his aura, no one was strong enough to look him in the eye. As the power of his energy converged, the pagoda in his hands outshone the mid-day sun. Even the air nearby had evaporated in the great power of his spell.

And he suddenly moved.

His foot tapped the ground, then he bolted forward like an arrow.

... ...

"Die! Die!"

Billy roared in a rough voice. Without the slightest pause, he stabbed his spear at Austin lightning-fast.

Bang!