Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren's body was deteriorating fast. Lucky for him, the crystal in his brain had already begun to absorb the colorful light.

After a quarter of an hour, the stone managed to absorb all of the light. Darren was reduced to a pile of bloody bones sprawled onto the ground.

However, the fight was merely a virtual one. Darren would only actually die when his soul died. Any physical injuries would not be deadly.

The virtual scene dissipated with the Plague Destroyer's death. Darren, back to his normal body, landed on the ground.

"You only have one hour left," the guardian reminded Darren.

"Let's get to it, then. I hope I can kill the Shura ancestor."

The guardian made no reply and swiftly opened another illusion.

An aura of the Remote Age filled the air.

In the depths of the void stood the Shura ancestor. His cloak fluttered behind him as he stood menacingly. He looked like a demon god.

Darren soared through the air and stopped right in front of the ancestor.

Standing eye to eye with his next opponent, Darren immediately sensed the sheer power of the Shura ancestor. It unsettled him.

"How about we use one move to decide the battle?" proposed Darren.

"Human, do you have a death wish?" The Shura ancestor cast a cold glance at Darren.

"Cut the crap. Let us battle!"

Darren only had an hour left. His plan was to make an all-out attack in a single move on the Shura ancestor. He couldn't afford to let the situation drag on for too long.

"Die,"

the Shura ancestor spat. He saw Darren as a mere insect.

A loud hum began to sound, gradually getting louder.

Around Darren's body, his blade and sword intents began to form into transparent blades and swords. They swirled around him as they began to glow blood red.

In an instant, Darren used all his means.

"Kill!" At this point, Darren's aura had gone as cold as a god's aura. His eyes glinted with bloodlust.

He rushed at the ancestor at top speed.

The Shura ancestor stood motionless. Behind him was a sea of crimson blood. The power of the Shura Force had never been this overwhelming.

An explosion rang out as Darren's power and the Shura ancestor's power collided.

A blinding light burst out and covered the entire area.

Several explosions of light followed.

The whole world began to collapse, and the land of the Remote Age was destroyed in a fla

s about to be born. If you're late, I'm worried he'll realize you broke the rules. Your result will become invalid."

"Okay. Bye, then."

A black swirl appeared in front of Darren. He stepped into it with the old man, who had earlier passed out from fear.

A sudden gust of wind came over as

a blood red figure dashed to the black vortex after Darren.

A loud thud and a crackle of electricity sounded as

numerous bolts of lightning forced the blood red figure back. Soon, the black vortex disappeared.

"Argh!"

he roared angrily, punching at the ground in pure rage.

When Darren appeared back in Hiram the Great's tomb, the phantom of Hiram the Great was no longer there.

"He said if I passed, I would get an unexpected surprise. What kind of surprise would it be?"

Darren remembered that Hiram the Great had said something like that.

Then the whole underground cave suddenly trembled.

"Congratulations. You passed,"

a shadow of Hiram the Great said as it materialized.

"Yes, and not only did I pass, but I also found the World Essence." Darren nodded as he gestured towards the old man proudly.

"It seems that you are the real guardian of the fifth crisis. In other words, the Reincarnation Master.

Listen up, this bronze coffin is something even outsiders sought after. When you inherit it, you must make good use of it. As for what it can do for you, you'll have to explore it on your own," said Hiram the Great.

Darren was stunned in amazement. He realized that the hidden surprise was most likely the control over the bronze coffin.