Lord Of Martial Arts

"Kid, are you out of your mind? You know better than I what kind of token that is. We have cooperated for so many years and have never made mistakes. Be careful. You are inviting trouble!" the old man cautioned.

"Ha-ha. Don't be silly, you old thing! He's just a piece of garbage at the Domain God Realm. How could he possess a token of a top killer? It's ridiculous. He must have found it by accident."

"Fuck off! Use your head, please. How could a top killer lose his token? It's not that simple!" the old man countered impatiently.

"You are so stupid. Perhaps he stole it. I was polite when I said that he accidentally acquired it. Who knows? Unless the sect leader gets involved, we don't need to worry."

The young killer had made himself clear. He wanted the killing points regardless of how the token was obtained.

"You're too naive. If he has the token, then a top killer must be backing him up. There is no need for us to provoke such a strong master." The old man tried to rationalize with the young man.

By then, Maxwell finally understood everything.

It turned out that the token was not an ordinary one, and only top killers could own it.

As far as he knew, a top killer earned that name after having killed at least three masters at the top-level of the Celestial God Realm.

Maxwell was both shocked and furious. Where did this brat get such a token?

However, he was reluctant to give up so easily. Every time he thought of Murphy and Darren, fury surged within him. They had stolen his treasures and mocked him. How could he not want to rip them to pieces?

"Sir, it is evident that the token was stolen from elsewhere. Here is the deal. You only need to help me break their defense array. I'll take care of the rest. That won't contradict your orders, right? If you agree, not only will you complete your task, but I will also get what I wish. It's a win-win plan!" Maxwell persisted.

"Old thing, what are you waiting for? One billion killing points are enough for us to exchange for the opportunity to be baptized in the spiritual pool. Perhaps we can successfully break through to the Supreme God Realm then. This is a rare opportunity. We can't refuse it," the young man continued to entice the old man with the hopes that he would agree.

The old man remained silent as he weighed his options. Regardless o

ur head off. Now, fight me with all your might," Murphy said coldly.

"How dare you? I'll show you the power of a master at the upper-level of the Celestial God Realm!"

Bang!

Maxwell punched the air with his fist, and a tremendous force crushed the space. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Murphy.

"Ha-ha. He'll die for sure," the young killer remarked. He raised his chin. Obviously, he was confident of Maxwell's abilities. In his eyes, a cultivator at the Celestial God Realm's low-level couldn't withstand such an attack.

It happened so fast that Murphy couldn't dodge. He had to confront the attack head-on. But with his strength, defending against the attack was tantamount to certain death, and he would not risk his life like this. Without any hesitation, he summoned the armor that Darren had given him.

Splash!

A black light spread out, and the entire world was enveloped in darkness.

Bang!

Maxwell's punch fell on the black armor.

Murphy was blown back several thousand feet, crashing all the way through space. It was indeed, impressive.

However, Maxwell's expression soured. The backlash caused intense agony to course through his arm.

What added to his misery was that Murphy had a powerful defense armor. He hadn't expected that.

"No wonder you're fearless. It turns out that you have a high-level defense divine weapon. But do you think you can survive for long with it?"

Maxwell's voice became even colder after he regained his composure. It seemed that he didn't think highly of Murphy's defense armor.