Lord Of Martial Arts

The bodies of the twelve fierce beasts and the crippled turtle had been shattered. But since the Evil Deity was afraid of the powerful laws that remained in the hall, he didn't dare to really kill the beasts guarding it.

After just a period of healing, the twelve fierce beasts and the crippled turtle all recovered.

"At least you still have a little conscience," the crippled turtle said slowly.

"You can speak?" Darren asked.

"Of course! My former master thought that I was too talkative, so he used the law to seal my ability to speak. But now that I have a new master, I've got that ability back. Oh, it was killing me to be mute all these years," the crippled turtle replied with a sigh.

"Ha-ha! That's good then," Darren said happily. He then added, "You are really powerful. If it weren't for your help several times, we would have been dead already."

The crippled turtle raised his head and said proudly, "My strength now is nothing. As I have followed my master, I have already seen all kinds of powerful figures. And I killed them all."

"You're bluffing, aren't you? If you really have that ability, how did the Evil Deity cripple you?" Weber said as he looked at the turtle with disdain. 'It's true that you have some strength, and everyone can see that. But that's all. At most, you can only be compared to the warriors at the middle-level of the Superior God Realm,' he thought inwardly.

"Little fat boy, believe it. Our boss could kill a million warriors like the Evil Deity in one breath back then. Even if he is not a remnant soul, our boss could still kill him with a wave of a hand," the black cat jumped out and said proudly.

"Well, I can brag too. When I was in my mother's womb, I had the strength of a chief god. It only degenerated now," Weber said smugly.

"Little fat boy, do you want to die? Believe me, I can strike you with my claw and send you to death," the black cat threatened fiercely.

"How dare you threaten me, little kitten! Don't forget that the one who controls the relic is my best friend, Finley. You dare to hurt me? He can kill you in just a minute." Weber crossed his arms across his chest and shook his legs. He looked quite arrogant.

"Who did you say is your best friend? Little black cat, bite him," Finley came out and said. He then ordered the twelve beasts to rush over and press Weber on the ground. All kinds of invisible claws hovered above Weber.

"Help! I was just kidding,"

Weber pleaded, but no one seemed to hear his shout.

"How's it going? Have they arrived?" Darren stepped forward and asked.

"They are already here, but they can't enter the hall. You and th

orted coldly as he squinted at the Tussle Fighting God.

But the Tussle Fighting God only straightened his back and totally ignored Darren and Akbar.

"Boy, you seem to be very arrogant," the golden dragon murmured as he looked at the Tussle Fighting God with a frown.

"Who are you? Have we ever met before? How dare you say that I am arrogant! You must be courting trouble," shouted the Tussle Fighting God coldly.

"Did you see that, Darren? That guy is so arrogant. He even hit me when I was trapped. You have to help me get even with him," Akbar complained to Darren.

He thought that Darren was the one who controlled the relic, so dealing with the Tussle Fighting God would be a piece of cake to Darren.

"Let's settle that issue after Finley saves the other warriors. Our priority, for now, is to save the people." Darren also didn't like the Tussle Fighting God, but he didn't have time to deal with him now. He needed to settle everything first. After that, he could already pay attention to the Tussle Fighting God.

"Little guy, did you just say that you would settle me?" The Tussle Fighting God narrowed his eyes and glanced at Darren coldly. "How arrogant you are! You really want to help Akbar get even with me, huh?"

Darren's face turned cold too. "I didn't know that aside from being arrogant, you are also stubborn. Yes, I said that I would settle the issue with you later. But don't worry. I didn't intend to hurt you. I might even hold a banquet to let everyone forget each other's past grievances. Don't think evil of me."

"You'd better forget it. Who do you think you are to hold a banquet? And what makes you think that you have the right to do it?" The Tussle Fighting God raised his eyebrows. His face was filled with disdain.