Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren and the others in his party moved closer together to avoid being separated in the dense yellow mist.

"Rain, slow down."

"I'm on the way to save my mother. How could I possibly slow down? Humph!"

Rain continued bounding forward so hard that Darren and the others were almost unable to keep up with her.

"Ah!"

A horrible shriek came from ahead, piercing into everyone's ears and hearts!

Wind could tell that it was without a doubt his sister's perpetually angry voice.

"Rain, what's wrong?"

Wind quickly flew over to find her standing dead still in front of him. She said nothing and made no move.

"You wait here. I'll go and have a look!" Darren saw what was going on and told the rest not to move before he flew over as well.

He then landed beside Rain and saw her staring blankly into the mist ahead. But he saw nothing in front of them himself.

"What seems to be the matter, Rain?" asked Darren.

"There is a thing, there, a very horrible thing." Rain's voice was cold and distant, her body shuddering as she spoke.

Darren was unable to use his god's sense there and so could not perceive anything ahead.

"Everyone, be careful. Keep your guard up. There may be Archean creatures here," announced Darren in warning.

Wind remained silent the entire time. But then, all of a sudden, he leaped into the air and flew across at an extreme speed. His hands then turned into a blade and sword and fierce blade and sword intents shot out from them.

'Huh! He's copied my blade and sword intents and used his own methods to come up with his own power!' Darren was astonished when he felt the blade and sword intents.

Not only had Wind successfully imitated them in such a short time, but he had also figured out his own way to use them. And the power of Wind's blade and sword intents was a match for his own!

The only shortcoming it seemed to have was that Wind was unable to fuse his blade and sword intents, as he was after all, not a real human.

Boom!

An intensely powerful fighting spirit burst out of the dim yellow mist and the god's power exploded.

"We need to help my brother!" Rain squealed.

Darren and Rain then rushed over together.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

They arrived at Wind's side and found a black figure flashing in the mist. It was impossible to capture it without using god's sense.

Whoosh!

Darren closed his eyes and focused his mind to attack with sword intent using instinct alone. "Swordsmanship from the heart..." he murmured to himself.

He had mastered this method of control using his mind when he had comprehended the third move of the supreme sword skill. He activated the sword intent using the same method now.

e its claws.

"If you do not show me the way, I will use itchy toxin on your sensitive parts..."

Only then did the black dog realize that this was the one who had caused the insatiable itch.

"Still do not want to agree?"

Darren released another wisp of sword intent and made it hover menacingly beside the dog's testicles.

"Aww, aww, aww!"

The black dog shivered with fear and nodded repeatedly, agreeing to do as was asked of it.

"That's it. Lead the way now!" Darren ordered the dog.

The black dog immediately darted off. Rain had tied a withered vine to its collar. If not for this, the dog probably would have run off without them.

It was only an hour later and already the yellow mist began thinning and the scenery in the distance was now faintly visible.

"We're already out?"

Now everyone was grateful that they had kept the dog. If not for that, they would still have been trapped.

In fact, Darren had chosen to keep the dog because he had a sneaky suspicion that it had most likely been raised by the people in this village.

They flew a while more and soon many old thatched huts and collapsed stone houses appeared in front of them.

"Here it is."

Wind's heart skipped a beat when he saw what was in front of him.

He recalled how desperate he had been when his mother was taken away from here, way back what seemed like a lifetime ago.

His mother had told him not to look for her, or they would never see her again. This was why he had hidden the truth from Rain, the truth that their mother had been kidnapped from this very place.

"Mother, where are you?" Wind asked aloud, choking through sobs.

"Woof! Woof!"

The black dog suddenly broke free of the withered vine and sprinted forward rapidly.

"You're dead meat; a group of idiots!"