Lord Of Martial Arts

"Tim Wang, don't flatter yourself." With a scornful smile, Darren continued, "I'm sparing your life because I want you to live to see the future, and witness the immense power of the Defiant Master that you looked down upon."

"Don't play dumb with me. If you let me go today, I'll just exact my vengeance on you."

"You?" Darren sneered. "Do you really think you can defeat me? I admit that I may not be your match right now, but in just a few days, I'll kill you with my own strength. It'll be as easy as kicking a dog dead. You're trash in my eyes. Get the hell out of here!"

These words struck a painful chord in Tim's heart.

Putting aside the identity of Defiant Master, this young man's potential was truly incredible.

It was unacceptable for him that a warrior at the low-level of the Domain God Realm could even pose as a threat against him.

"Let's wait and see, then." With a heavy heart, Tim staggered away; blood gushing out from his wound.

"My Lord, do you need me to kill him?" Kerr asked out of grave concern.

"No, let him go." Seeing Tim had some guts, Darren decided against killing him right away.

"Listen, all of you! Make an oath to become believers of the Conflicting Chief God, or die!" Darren loudly announced to Tim's subordinates—who were too scared to run away.

They were not as tough as Tim, so they quickly began to make oaths when they heard Darren's threatening announcement.

There were about a thousand gangsters, and more than twenty of them were at the Domain God Realm. Darren attained much more Power of Belief from them than ever before.

What was more, Darren would obtain more of the Power of Belief gradually as time passed by. As long as these believers stayed alive, Darren could obtain constant Power of Belief from them every day—which would also strengthen his black god's power.

Even though most of their levels were really low, the Power of Belief that Darren obtained would be great as long as he maintained a large number of believers.

Darren and his companions decided to huddle in the fortress since they had taken care of the gangsters.

"Darren, what's your next move?" Lindsay asked after resting for a moment.

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to build up my own force and expand it. This place is where I start," said Darren.

"Darren, what's the point of building up your own forces? It's of no use to you." Finley couldn't grasp what Darren really want

he Star God Realm in the forest. You're going to get yourself in big trouble if you keep acting so brash," Lindsay reminded sternly.

"Don't worry about it. I'll just seclude myself for a few days, and then you'll understand."

In fact, Darren wasn't worried in the slightest, because he felt he was about to reach the middle-level of the Domain God Realm.

In the Immortal Land

The Immortal Lord had just issued the order to hunt down the Rule Soul Avatar. The four shadow guards were already scouring the land for him. They had finished searching the entire north by now, to no avail.

"It's impossible! How could he possibly escape our grasp? Could he be dead or something?"

The four guards were all very powerful. Normally, they could easily find something out even if the Immortal Lord himself couldn't.

However, the Rule Soul Avatar seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

"He must be dead."

"Yes, as far as I know, he mastered the Resurrection Force. He must have utilized this force and is currently lingering between life and death to escape us."

"You're right. We have to be more careful. Keep your eyes peeled for an aura of resurrection; it'll definitely be him."

Since the four shadow guards had figured this fact out, they began to change up their original strategy in their search for the Rule Soul Avatar.

Three days later, the four shadow guards arrived at a valley.

"What?"

They suddenly felt a strange presence simultaneously.

"Let's see how you'll manage to escape this time!" they cackled.

The four shadow guards all flew straight towards the bottom of the valley.