Lord Of Martial Arts

After Darren killing the spiritual energy creatures, all the young talents felt like survivors from a disaster.

"Those things were terrible. We're lucky Darren was here, or we'd all be dead."

"Is attaining the Six-tribulation Heavenly Armor worth sacrificing so many lives?" An air of doubt hung over them. Many considered quitting.

Many had fallen not long after they entered the Spiritual Nether Cave. There were still many dangers ahead. They felt their chances of survival were slim.

"We've come all this way already. The lives they lost will go to waste if we don't get the armor. Let's head into the Ghost Valley." After tidying himself up, Rudy was about to lead the crowd forward.

Darren flew over and motioned for them to stop. "How about all of you wait here? Rudy, tell me the route by memory, and I'll try to get it on my own."

"No way, Darren! How could we let you take that risk alone?" a woman cried.

"Don't be silly. We're just a burden to Darren as we are right now. Don't you get it?"

The crowd nodded in approval. These so-called talents' skills paled in comparison to Darren. They couldn't even keep themselves alive. They'd only be dead weight if they accompanied Darren.

"We'll remain vigilant and await your safe return, Darren."

They went into formation, just in case another spiritual energy creature would come out.

Darren rushed into the distant valley.

As he pushed through, the white fog that surrounded him got thicker and thicker. Eventually, it transitioned into black fog.

"The Ghost Valley, huh? I wonder if it's full of ghosts?"

Darren then arrived in the valley.

The area was covered by a miasmic black fog. There was no sign of life to be seen.

"Phew!"

Darren scouted around to no avail, but he didn't let his guard down.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Cold voices echoed in the valley, as if there were thousands of troops in his midst.

"Human! It's a human!"

A moment later, a skull made of black fog appeared in front of Darren.

Suddenly, more than a hundred thousand skeletons crawled up from the ground of the valley.

"Blood."

Sparks of black lightning glittered in their eyes. They longed for Darren's warm body.

Darren stood there, showing no sign of nervousness.

Despite the number of the skeletons, their aura was pretty weak. Darren stood in confidence that

genuine dragon!"

he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Could you be from the cyan dragon race?"

The dragon race had a superior status in the Primitive Wilderness. The cyan dragon race reigned supreme in their region. Even superior gods did not dare to provoke them.

"Humph!"

Darren ignored him and rushed behind the skeleton general.

"Stop!"

The skeleton general realized that he was no longer the target. It was his comrades.

Darren made a mighty swing with his dragon tail, and thousands of black skeletons vanished into thin air.

A miserable howl ripped out.

The skeleton general went into a frenzy.

All his people had followed and believed in him ever since he was still in Primitive Wilderness. Even if they had all turned into skeletons, he would never allow anyone to destroy his loyal followers.

"Damn it! Damn you!"

The skeleton general flew over and slashed at Darren. He swung haplessly in a mad rage.

Caught off guard, Darren gave up killing the low-level skeletons and turned to fight against the general.

With a brute force, Darren's dragon tail flung the skeleton general into the air. Blood seeped out from his tail, as the sword had made deep cuts into it.

'If it goes on like this, I might still be killed.'

Darren began to worry. The skeleton general's physical body was sturdy, and the sword in his hand was not to be underestimated. Its grade was much higher than Darren's sword and blade's.

If the skeleton general didn't have his sword, he'd find great difficulty in making fatal wounds on Darren's dragon body.