Lord Of Martial Arts

A subordinate of the Zhou's Divine Pattern Firm rushed inside the hall to report to Field what was going on outside. He barged in, short of breath and an urgency present on his face.

"Young master, the one who just left was stopped outside by a captain of the Lu Clan. It looks as though they may kill him."

"Is that so?" Field asked in a playful tone.

"Young master, shall we do something? He has only just left our store after all," asked the subordinate, seemingly ready to make any move necessary. That was how the Zhou Clan did things; they lived with honor.

"It's none of your business. You will do nothing about it. Just leave me alone." Field waved his hand dismissively, noticeably displeased.

"Yes, young master, as you wish."

Once his subordinate had left, Field flew out to see what was happening. He would not miss the chance to witness such an interesting scene of events play out.

Immediately, he saw that Darren and his two companions had been stopped in midair. He recognized the man standing in front of them; he was indeed a captain from the Lu Clan.

"I had planned to teach him a lesson in the hunting game. I didn't think he'd get into trouble and die so soon. That's no fun at all."

Field murmured his musings to himself. He cast a glance at the young master of the Lu Clan and made a guess as to what would probably happen next; that one was good for nothing but causing trouble anywhere that was unfortunate enough to have his presence. Field shook his head in disappointment at Darren's poor luck.

"Brat, brace yourself for death," announced the captain of the Lu Clan, pointing his spear in threat at Darren who stood in front of him.

Darren stared back at him calmly, neither panicked nor frightened in the slightest.

He straightened his clothes and replied slowly, "Before we begin, I'd like to make something clear to you. It was your young master who hit my friend first. We did not plan or even want to make a fuss about it, and we even tried to leave. But you're not letting that happen. You're starting this. Are you sure you want to fight us?"

"Ha-ha-ha!"

The captain burst into laughter that shook his entire body, and he continued laughing till tears rolled from his eyes.

"Are you trying to reason with me? Oh, you are such an innocent and ignorant little thing. Well, let me make something clear for you; in this town, my young master is the law. If he wants you to die, you will die. Do you understand?" said the captain ruthlessly.

"Fine. I have nothing more to say, except a friendly reminder. The Lu Clan may be the law here, but I am the law everywhere!" The calm flushed from Darren's face as he turned cold and vicious.

He had done his best to appease the situation and they did not appreciate his kindness. He was left with no choice but to fight back.

Blade and sword intents swirled around Darren's body in the blink of an eye, followed by coun

ad poisoned him and the itch was so unbearable that he wanted nothing more than for his life to come to an end.

Darren, on the other hand, paid the captain no mind and strode towards the young master.

"You... You... What do you think you're doing? My grandfather is a cultivator of the Celestial God Realm. If you dare to touch me, you will be obliterated!" Fear finally reared itself in the young master's eyes.

"Don't, don't kill me! Don't kill me..." he begged sobbingly now that Darren continued his approach. All his confidence and bravado had left him in the face of having to take Darren on by himself.

"Kill you? That would be too easy a punishment for you. You deserve much more," Darren sneered.

He then swung his sword and the sword intent sliced deep into the young master's skin, right down to his meridians.

"Let's go," Darren said, nodding to Finley and Lindsay.

They left him there, alone, and flew out of the town.

A moment after they had gone, dozens of masters from the Lu Clan, at the top level of the Star God Realm, arrived. Among them was a gray-haired old man, who was at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm.

"Who dared do this to my grandson?" roared the old man so ferociously that it shook the earth beneath him.

The young master was curled up on the ground, his hands clawing at his body and pulling his entrails from inside of him. It was a horrific sight to behold and even left some of the masters feeling uneasy.

"Grandpa, I feel itchy. I want to die. Please kill me... I can't take it anymore..." the young master cried out desperately.

The old man's heart ached as he watched the pain and struggle in front of him. His heart began boiling with anger. He swore to himself that he would kill the murderer, no matter what it cost, no matter how far he had to go. He would bring him to justice.

"Sir, I saw the murderer clearly." It was then that Field flew over to the old man's side.