Lord Of Martial Arts

"Henrik, since you have taken the initiative, I will accommodate you. Let us shake hands now and declare peace," said Fernando. Then he added, "But don't you dare play tricks on me! Remember the power of my two Imperial Divine Weapons!"

Henrik did not seem alarmed by Fernando's warning.

"I'm a man of my word. I have come to you openly to make this offer. Let us cooperate in looking for treasures, so that together, we can rise,"

Henrik said, holding out his hand to Fernando.

"That's good," said Fernando, reaching out to shake Henrik's hand. Just before he touched Henrik, Fernando suddenly flipped his hand. His killing intent was sudden and violent, like a tidal wave rushing in.

"You!" Henrik shouted, pulling away.

He was astonished. He hadn't expected that Fernando himself would play tricks and launch a sneak attack on him.

"You shameless liar!" Henrik roared,

as his own fighting spirit burst out, condensing instantly in front of him.

With a bang, Fernando's attack broke through Henrik's protective fighting spirit,

hitting him hard on the chest.

However, his palm strike was not enough to kill Henrik. The attack left Henrik injured, alive, and very angry.

"I don't care about shame," Fernando said, laughing wildly. "All I care about is that either you or I will die today!" With that, Fernando turned into a

eathers. Otherwise, he would have been the one to lose this battle and die.

Fernando stared at the incoming arrow, knowing there was no time to dodge or raise any defense against this incomparable weapon. Death was very close.

At this critical moment, Fernando made up his mind. A strong imperial aura rushed out of his body. "Stealing hand..."

he murmured, narrowing his eyes. His energy transformed into a blood palm, and he tried to grab the feather arrow in midair.

"Oh my God! The old man is in danger!" cried Aria.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched. She felt that Fernando was doomed to die.

"Alas, I'm afraid this is his only chance. There is nothing else he can do," Ingrid said with a gloomy sigh.

Darren's chest felt tight with worry. He also knew that the arrow was not something that Fernando could resist.

In the blink of an eye, the blood palm met the feather arrow.

For a split second, the arrow was slowed by the blood palm. Then the blood palm shattered, and the arrow shot forward again, headed straight towards Fernando.

Fernando did not even have time for a bitter smile. He had used up all his blood essence and imperial aura for that final move, but his cultivation base was still a little weaker, so he couldn't steal the arrow for himself.

The failure of that move meant that he was doomed.