Lord Of Martial Arts

In the depths of the sky, the laws were in chaos.

This picture made everyone feel that the sky was about to collapse.

"What's happening?" Fernando asked. His face was ashen-pale as he looked up at the sky, fearful of the magnificent heavenly power. As for Darren and the others, they only felt a little discouraged, but there was no trace of fear in their eyes.

"Sir, please calm down. If I'm not wrong, your soul belongs to the extreme kind, which is why so many law storms have been triggered," the rule cultivator of the specter race said.

"Ha-ha! Are you saying I'm endowed with top talent to be a rule cultivator?" Fernando answered smugly, finally relaxing.

"Not necessarily. Even a person with a supreme soul can't cultivate sometimes. We have to wait and see after the process."

"Cut the crap then. Just hurry it up." Fernando scowled with displeasure, as he was getting really impatient.

"Okay, sir. The process may be a little painful, and it will last for about three days. Please endure it."

Seeing Fernando's displeasure, the three rule cultivators didn't dare to delay any longer. They activated their Spirit Power with all their might and used themselves as the medium to guide the laws of heaven and earth into Fernando's body.

"Ah! Damn it! It hurts so much." Fernando's tortured screams echoed everywhere, like the howling of wolves

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Now tell me, what does the Shura race's activity have to do with him?"

"Once I returned, I immediately sent people to monitor the Defiant Master's movements closely. I finally received news that he killed the Holy Shura Ancestor's most favorite descendant, and I think the Holy Shura Ancestor's abnormality must have something to do with this. He is most likely going to kill the human Defiant Master and the old man from the Archean Age," said Carnot.

"A mere human Defiant Master and an old man from the Archean Age can make him worship the chief gods and resort to the chief gods' power?" the Fiend Ancestor asked doubtfully, as his eyebrows jumped high on his forehead. He had never expected something like that, so he was a little bit out of sorts.

"Ancestor, the cultivator from the Archean Age Darren brought back is very powerful. Even if I was ten thousand times stronger, he could still have killed me in an instant," revealed Carnot.

By now, the turbulent laws in the sky above the land of the Dark Night race had finally subsided.

Fernando's clothes were ragged and in tatters, while his hair looked like it had burned. He looked like he had gone through hell and back.

"Damn it! It's finally over." The past three days felt like three years to him. After all, he had been under constant pain, which was not that different from being tortured.