Lord Of Martial Arts

The battle was over!

Darren was overwhelmed by the sea of blood. He was surely going to die.

Sewell, on the other hand, only suffered from injured arms. Other than that, he was unharmed.

As long as he had ample time to heal his wounds, he would be fine.

Suddenly, Sewell felt a bit of remorse. He had wanted Darren to suffer, but he did not count on Darren getting so strong. His plan of torturing Darren could no longer happen as he needed to kill him as soon as possible to spare his own life.

He did not want Darren to die this way. He needed to be able to vent his anger.

The blood sea finally hit the ground, gradually dissipating.

The lush, green grass was tinged red with blood. The space was in shambles.

"Forget it. He is just a loser. There is no need for me to feel depressed because of him!"

Sewell planned to cut off his shoulders to prevent the toxins from spreading throughout his body. Once he healed his arms, he would kill everyone left.

"You want to leave this way?"

Suddenly, a cold voice rose up from below.

"What?"

Sewell's heart skipped a beat.

He looked toward the direction of the voice, only to find that Darren was standing tall. He was unharmed and uninjured, and his hair was flying in the wind.

What was going on? Darren was still alive!

Sewell was astonished. In spite of being attacked with his most powerful skill, Darren didn't die! How was it possible?

Sewell was dazed. He saw a straw man and a straw girl flying behind Darren. They were hand in hand, and they plopped down beside Darren.

'It's because of them!'

Sewell thought. These straw creatures had saved Darren.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Darren flew over and landed right in front of him.

"Ha! You think you've escaped death? Think again, brat!"

Sewell was able to figure out how Darren got out alive. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

Since he had obtained the colorful flag and was able to expel the creatures in the Archean relic, the straw creatures would not be able to help Darren a second time.

"Really? Tell me, Sewell, do you feel itchy?" Darren sneered.

"What?"

Sewell's face turned deathly pale. The toxin had infected his blood and had enveloped the bones around his shoulders.

"Ouch!"

He suddenly began to tremble.

Originally, he had planned to cut off his shoulders and quickly heal his wounds to stop th

onfused. "I don't know how I helped you."

"It was you who helped my elder brother. If he didn't imitate your ability, he wouldn't have been able to defeat me. He was able to expel the remaining evil spiritual sense from my body."

This time, it was the straw girl who spoke.

It turned out that the straw man and the straw girl were brother and sister. Darren was surprised.

"Oh, I see. If you don't mind me asking, how are you alive? And how could you speak the language of we human beings?" Darren asked, confused.

Darren was surprised at how they could speak and interact like human beings.

"Our mother taught us how to," the straw girl replied curtly.

"Mother? Is your mother a human being?" Darren was even more confused.

"Yes, my sister and I were made by our mother. She was lonely, so she breathed life into us and taught us how to speak," the straw man said.

Darren was dumbstruck.

He wondered who they were talking about. How did she have the ability to create life?

Moreover, she could speak the language of the human race in the Primitive Wilderness. It was obvious that the woman who made the straw persons couldn't be an Archean human. She must come from a later generation.

"May I know where your mother is? Can you introduce me to her? I want to pay her a visit," said Darren.

"Don't be silly. We can't find our mother ourselves. How can we take you to see her? Brother, I remember you saying you knew where Mother was a long time ago!" the straw girl snorted.

The straw man didn't say anything. He turned his head away from Darren and his sister.