Lord Of Martial Arts

"Mr. Lu, you are too polite,"

Darren commented courteously.

Satchel just laughed. But he was secretly discerning Darren and his companions with his spiritual sense. Sure enough, three of them had the divine bodies that various ancient clans would fight for. That was why Satchel decided to treat them more courteously.

To show his respect, he didn't take the seat of honor when he sat down.

"Elder Graham, I've heard that Chayton from the Scale Sense Cave came here and caused trouble and you have caught him. Is that true?" Satchel asked the old man.

"Yes, sir. He is now in prison. But actually, it was they who suppressed him," the old man replied, referring to Darren and the others.

"We are in a tricky situation," Satchel said with a frown.

"Chayton is a good friend of Cyrus Guan. If Cyrus Guan finds out that we imprisoned Chayton, he will definitely get angry. He will rush over here and demand that we release Chayton. But we can't let Chayton go either. If we do, he will definitely collude with Cyrus Guan to take revenge on us."

For Satchel, they were in big trouble.

Cyrus Guan was someone not easy to deal with. After all, he was at the top level of the Fate Realm, and his strength was extraordinary.

"Mr. Lu, it seems that we have caused you trouble," Darren said and stood up.

"Of course not. The Scale Sense Cave has always been hostile to our Horn Mountain. Sooner or later, a fight will still break out even if you are not here. If Cyrus Guan comes, I will have a life-and-death battle with him."

Satchel would rather fight with Cyrus Guan to death than lose these valuable talents in front of him.

"Satchel, come out and see me!"

All of a sudden, a fierce roar made the hall tremble.

"Speak of the devil. Elder Graham, gather the masters of the sect. Let's fight together against him."

Satchel then waved his sleeve and rushed out of the hall first.

"Let's go there too."

Darren and his companions also quickly rushed out.

Cyrus Guan was outside the gate. He wore a black suit of armor and held a trident in his hand, looking somewhat domineering.

"That man is quite determined to fight,"

Lord Feng commented. At first glance, he already felt that Cyrus Guan had strange Archean belligerence.

"Cyrus Guan! How dare you break the rules of the Three Mountains and Seven Caves by breaking into our sect!"

Satchel shouted as he flew over in front of Cyrus Guan.

"What

hem, ready to kill them as well.

"Lord Starry Sword, I think we have to use our god's power this time," Lord Feng said with a darkened expression.

He had heard that Evil Lord Amias was a master at the Mysterious Sanskrit Realm, so that meant his fighting power could surpass a top-level deputy god. If they didn't use their god's power, they would definitely be killed by him.

"Wait!" The Rule Soul Avatar took a step forward and stopped Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng, who were about to launch an attack.

He then looked at Evil Lord Amias and said, "Didn't you know that we had divine bodies?"

"What?" Evil Lord Amias was utterly shocked.

He immediately used his Archean spiritual sense and covered the four to confirm it.

After getting the result,

he roared in astonishment.

"Three divine bodies! How could this be possible? I can't believe that there are three divine bodies in this secluded place."

This was too shocking for him. On the entire northern border, only the eight ancient clans had divine bodies. He couldn't understand why there were three divine bodies in this barren land.

'Are they from the ancient clans?' Evil Lord Amias thought to himself.

If they were really from the ancient clans, then he wouldn't dare to touch them. If he killed an ordinary member of the ancient clans, he would already be hunted crazily. How much more if he killed the divine bodies?

"Which ancient clan are you from?" he asked. A hint of fear was apparent in his voice.

"Which ancient clan?" Darren asked in confusion.

He and the others had no idea what the clans were on the northern border.