Lord Of Martial Arts

A horde of blood-red creatures had materialized in front of Darren, and each of them contained a terrifying killing intent.

For a moment, Darren felt uneasy. Their appearance had been too sudden.

Instinctively, Darren slashed with his sword through the air,

and a deep golden light followed the trajectory of the sword.

Three of the creatures died at once, their bodies sliced through by the sword attack.

'My dark gold god's power is truly powerful,' Darren thought.

He was slightly surprised. He had known that the power would be worth exploring, but he hadn't expected it to have such a forceful and immediate impact.

As soon as three of their number fell, the remaining blood-red creatures sprang into action, rushing as a group towards Darren.

Darren let out a primal, instinctive roar. The dragon-fiend power surged out from his body.

Under the impact of this new attack, dozens of the blood-red creatures collapsed, then burst into mist and merged into the Killing Abyss.

"The power derived from the Dragon and Fiend Cultivation is not so bad either,' Darren thought, very pleased with the results.

"Darren, I estimate that your fighting power is comparable to that of a master at the upper-level of the Deputy God Realm," the Great Witcher told him.

He had observed Darren as he attacked, making an estimate about the current level of his abilities.

"Almost," said Darren, nodding. In fact, he had only casually attacked just now. He had yet to make full use of all his fighting power.

He tilted his head for a moment, thinking.

Then he rose up, flying into the dark sky.

"Darren, why are you here?" called one of the ascetic cultivators,

who was caught off guard by the sight of Darren flying towards him. He couldn't get involved in the battlefield here.

"I'm here to test my strength," Darren replied.

"No," said the cultivator without hesitation. "You must leave here right now. This projection has inherited a bit of the real chief god's power. It is not something you can resist." Heath also noticed Darren, and he flew to his side.

"All of you are here. I believe we can win the battle," said Darren, smiling.

With that, he sent a surge of the dark gold god's power from his sword and blade.

The power swept across hundreds of blood red creatures. Every single one died immediately.

The others were astonished. "I can't believe that you have the fighting power at the top level of the Deputy God Realm!" said one of the ascetic cultivators, sounding overjoyed at this development.

It seemed that these blood-red creatures weren't capable of hurting Darren at all. He just had to avoid fighting the chief god's projection head-on.

"You can stay here with us," said Heath. "Let's kill these creatures formed by the killing intent together, and then the

aled heavily, unable to hide his relief.

"It seems that the Killing Chief God and the other chief gods haven't reached an agreement yet. He is trying to stop the other chief gods," he said to his companions.

After a few moments, however, the ascetic cultivators began feeling a renewed sense of foreboding. After all, although the spiritual sense of the Killing Chief God was not yet being used against them, they still had to face the thousands of strong projections he had released.

There were too many of the projections. And each one was far more powerful than Heath and the others.

"Is it possible that these projections could defeat us?" muttered an ascetic cultivator, sighing bitterly. These thousands of projections were enough to match a real supreme god.

"Listen to me," Heath bellowed. "We will not be killed by mere projections. Let us fight them now!"

With that, he led the charge towards the projections. His supreme power was being mobilized to its limit.

The projections all roared, the incomparably mighty sound filling the dark space around them. They rushed forward to meet the attack of the humans.

At Darren's current level strength, he was no longer useful in this battlefield. He had no choice but to retreat. Even Lord Feng and Lord Starry Sword retreated along with Darren.

"The situation is not good," said Lord Feng solemnly. Lord Starry Sword remained silent as he watched the battle in the sky.

"We have bad news," said a voice behind them.

Eleven Great Witchers flew up to them, landing beside Darren.

"What's wrong?" Darren asked.

"The location of the human land has been exposed. A large number of top masters of the Dark Angel race and the Shura race are rushing to the human land as we speak," said a Great Witcher.

"The ancestor has asked whether Heath can return to the human land. He can't resist them alone."