Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren looked toward the direction Lindsay was pointing at.

He saw Field and many other warriors lingering about, their faces serious.

"It's lucky that they are not from the Lu Clan. Otherwise, we might find ourselves in trouble again," Lindsay said, her voice low.

"It's not really like that," Darren said. He used his god's sense to study the people who were around Field. He found that they possessed god's power. Theirs were very different from Field's, but similar to that of the captain of the Lu Clan.

"Let's turn back. We don't need to get into a fight with them." Darren chose to retreat.

Just as Darren and the others were about to go into hiding, Field suddenly turned toward their direction and looked at them.

Even from a distance, Darren could see him smirking.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind flew past the group. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them.

"I get to know your name. Your name is Darren Chu." It was Field who spoke.

"Why are you here?" Darren asked coldly.

"Oh, come on. Don't worry, I am not running after you. You are not a beautiful girl. I just came here to sign up for the hunting game. Enjoy yourself! I hope to see you at the hunting game if luck allows it." With an evil smile, Field turned around and headed straight toward the registration office.

A group of people suddenly flew over and surrounded Darren and his companions.

"Hey, are you the one who injured our young master?"

"Son, you must have a death wish. You have just made our seventh young master so miserable. Maybe it's time somebody taught you a lesson."

Darren rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed.

"Come on!" Darren gave a snort of contempt. Then, he activated his sword intent.

"I would like to see who dared to hurt my grandson."

An old man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, his voice rising above the din.

"Darren, this old man is at the Celestial God Realm." Lindsay and Finley looked at him worriedly.

"Don't panic!" Darren said calmly.

"How do you want to die?" The old man stared at Darren. His eyes looked like poisonous twin snakes creeping up on their prey.

"You have to be capable of killing me first," Darren said coldly. He used his spiritual sense to talk to Lindsay. "Lindsay, I need a diversion. Jeremy will need to distract t

House.

People were not aware that Darren was a Defiant Master.

"Get out of here!" The young man kicked the old man.

The old man's eyelids twitched in fury, but he dared not resist.

"Yes, sir. Please send my regards to your father."

"Fuck off," the young man retorted.

The elder of the Lu Clan left the square, his people trailing behind him dejectedly.

Lindsay and Finley ran towards Darren and helped him to his feet.

"Are you okay?"

"I won't die," Darren said, forcing a smile.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Qin." Darren bowed to the young man.

"Don't mention it! I didn't save you on purpose. I just don't like him. Besides, he violated the rules," the young man said coldly.

"If you say so," Darren said, grinning.

After the young man left, Darren sat cross-legged on the ground to heal his wounds.

"Father, it is done,"

the young man said respectfully to a middle-aged man who was imposing.

"Very well. You can leave now, Harold." The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Father, I don't understand. Why did you order me to save him?" Harold Qin asked.

"Why?" The middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and looked out the window. "Because he is probably our master... Our real master."

"What?" Harold Qin was stunned.

'He is just nobody... but my father called him master.' A few moments of silence passed. Harold Qin suddenly spoke.

"Father, is he from the Chu Clan?"

"I think so." There was a trace of sadness in the middle-aged man's voice.