Lord Of Martial Arts

"Humph! You'd better watch yourself. You are dancing with death!"

yelled another powerful fiend, boiling over with fury.

This particular fiend's strength was only slightly weaker than Archie's but comparable to that of a cultivator at the upper-level of the Celestial God Realm.

"Xavier, let's show him to his doom!"

Merle's eyes ignited with excitement, he was almost frothing at the mouth with the prospect of merging with a fiend of such strength.

The fiend made his move before the Rule Soul Avatar even had time to respond. He was certainly more bloodthirsty than the rest.

He strode over, the whole prison rumbling with his every step. The powerful fiendish aura began spreading like large, puffy clouds.

"Step back!"

the Rule Soul Avatar said to Merle in warning.

"Howl!"

The fiend pounced, his massive claws pounding at the Rule Soul Avatar ruthlessly.

But the Rule Soul Avatar had managed to conceal himself and dodged the attack.

Boom!

He responded with a bolt of tribulation thunder that fell on the fiend's back.

The Rule Soul Avatar immediately summoned the five black pagodas. The black pagodas circled the powerful fiend, tens of thousands of vicious black chains extended from them and whipped at him.

An intense feeling of fear and dread began building in the depths of the fiend's heart.

"It's the scent of Flaming Hell!"

All other fiends backed off, terrified by the aura.

"Howl!"

The one under attack, however, would not give up so easily after putting up a fight. He would not allow himself to be taken. After all, he had the strength of a master at the upper-level of the Celestial God Realm, which was much more powerful than Turan's.

He gathered his fiend power in an attempt to force the five black pagodas apart. In order to pull it off, he mustered all the power he could, hoping he'd be able to kill the Rule Soul Avatar in a single hit!

This fiend's strength was undoubtedly formidable. If the Rule Soul Avatar was struck, he would most certainly be reduced to ashes!

Swish!

The five black pagodas rapidly moved to surround the Rule Soul Avatar.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fiend's attacks smashed into the black pagodas. The force that rebounded back was so great it shattered and broke his arms.

"Order Penetrating."

The Rule Soul Avatar gave a name to his Order Law: Order Penetrating.

Whoosh!

A string of dark red Order Law pierced through the fiend.

Crack!

The impact was so incredible that it split the powerful fiend in two!

Nobody foresaw that it woul

down and repeatedly threw his enormous claws at him.

The Rule Soul Avatar had no way to escape!

Merle's body had not yet fully come back together and so he could not be of any help to him.

The Rule Soul Avatar now felt the bitter taste of death as he felt his end coming.

Despite this, he was by no means panicked. He gathered his Spirit Power and began analyzing his situation, trying to plan a way out.

He soon came up with two possibilities.

The first was that he would voluntarily melt his body into powder, escape the attack and restore himself with his Resurrection Force once he was safe.

He had done this before to escape the Immortal Lord's pursuit.

Now, however, there were downsides to doing this. Archie's attacks were effective over a large range of space; it would be easy for him to cover the entire prison. Even if he turned to tiny particles, the attacks might still smash him to pieces.

His second option was to use the Time Law. With this, he could set a simple time trap around himself and it might deflect Archie's attack and take it to the past or future.

But the downside was obvious. The Rule Soul Avatar had only roughly mastered the most basic and simplest Time Law. Whether he could manage such a powerful attack was an uncertain possibility.

Archie's attack would land any moment now, he had to make a choice quick.

"Time trap."

After calculations and considerations, the Rule Soul Avatar decided on his second option.

A colorful light twinkled around him, forming a simple time whirlpool.

"What? Time?"

"Interesting!"

At that moment, from the central palace of Naters Empire, several pairs of grey eyes cast cold stares at this city.