Lord Of Martial Arts

With the help of the Augmented Attack Rule, Darren gathered all the power in his body and launched an all-out attack.

Darren then gripped the Dark Immortal Master's Immortal Character with an enormous blood red palm.

He let out a thunderous roar.

His fiendish aura burst as all his power gathered over his palm in a frenzy.

Shocked at the power of his attack, the Dark Immortal Master immediately retaliated by launching tens of thousands of palms to strike Darren.

They exploded with power as they crashed into Darren one by one.

The blood-red scales in the front part of Darren's fiend body had been shattered from the attack, but he silently stood his ground.

The sizzle and crack of electricity quickly followed.

Numerous electric sparks flashed by as the Immortal Character was separated from the Dark Immortal Master's body.

Darren ripped the Immortal Character from the Dark Immortal Master's body and tore it to shreds before throwing it into the sky.

He let out a malicious cackle as the pieces flew into the air.

The Dark Immortal Master's body shook violently as he began to cough up blood. He was gravely injured by Darren's brutal attack.

"Go to hell!"

Darren lifted his hand and cracked down on the head of the Dark Immortal Master with a satisfying crunch. Without the Immortal Character, the Dark Immortal Master was powerless against Darren. His head exploded easily, as if Darren had merely hit a watermelon.

As the Dark Immortal Master's body slumped to the ground, the broken void began to clear up; the broken pieces disappearing.

Darren came out victorious in the mock battle.

Darren reverted back to his human body and swiftly descended to the ground.

"What a weakling. How dare he call himself an immortal?"

Darren spat icily, his robe fluttering in the wind.

"That body is just one out of millions of avatars of the Dark Immortal Master. Naturally, it cannot truly mimic his full strength," the guardian explained.

Hearing this, Darren realized the so-called Dark Immortal Master he had just faced was simply an avatar suppressed by the laws.

Just like Darren's master, his avatar in the Lothlann Continent had also been suppressed and he couldn't come out at will.

"Congratulations! You have successfully killed the Dark Immortal Master. Next, you will face the destroyer from the Middle Age," the guardian reminded.

"Say, what kind of person is this destroyer from the Middle Age?" Darren asked.

"Divine Corpse."

"A what?"

"It is a corpse that descended from the outer space with no self-consciousness, and just

ed the Shura ancestor.

He was overjoyed at his descendant's arrival.

"Gather, my bloodline,"

summoned the Shura ancestor. Remnants of his consciousness had been suppressed for countless years. Now that he had accidentally recovered his God Character, he might have a chance of coming back to life.

The feat was nearly impossible, unless he could find a way to make his withered blood fully recover.

In the ancestor's mind, all of his descendants should have already been slaughtered thus blocking his withered blood's recovery.

It seemed that destiny had smiled upon him as his first sight upon waking up was a descendant of his bloodline. It was exactly what he needed.

Once he swallowed up the descendant of his bloodline, he would be released from the control of the black iron coffin and come back to life!

"Yes, my great ancestor."

The veins on the Shura's body bulged, clearly visible to all. His heart began to beat loudly in his chest.

Upon hearing the ancestor's call, a terrifying fear bubbled up within the Shura's heart. He was immensely strong and usually had no fear of death. However, now that he was faced with his ancestor, his emotions went into a silent frenzy.

The Shura slowly arose, trembling with every step.

"Come, my child," the ancestor beckoned.

In the ancestor's eyes, he had already imagined himself coming back to life.

The Shura walked up to the black iron coffin, and the shadow of the ancestor extended a dark claw and covered the Shura's head.

Just as the ancestor's hand was about to touch him, the Shura suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with rage.

The Shura let out a bellowing roar.

His pure rage spread like a shockwave throughout the space.