Lord Of Martial Arts

The masters panicked and stopped attacking Darren.

The Holy Lord of the Di Clan began to use one of his arcane skills to inform the people of the Blood Lineage Palace.

Darren heaved a sigh of relief from behind the divine pillar.

The joint attacks were way too powerful, and Darren also needed to use the prototype of the Chief God Character to collide with the divine chains. This caused the vibration to really hurt him.

These masters might end up killing Darren if they continued to attack him at full strength.

"Darren, can you hold your own?" Fernando asked, grimacing in pain. He was seriously injured and wasn't able to help Darren.

"I can. Besides, my cultivation stage is about to improve, and after that my wounds will heal automatically."

When Darren had faced the hostile Naylor earlier, he had absorbed a lot of hostility and killing intent, which had turned into the source power that helped improve his cultivation stage. And now, the seventy-two masters were brimming with killing intent towards him. As his cultivation stage rose, he was on the threshold, just about to enter the middle-level of the Deputy God Realm.

A number of deputy gods had been born in the vast Primitive Wilderness. But

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to come. There will be trouble otherwise."

The island masters stopped in their tracks, not daring to make a move.

"Naylor, if my calculations are correct, you now have the ability to break free from the suppression, right?" Darren asked calmly.

"So?" Naylor said rather indifferently.

"Then what are you waiting for? Aren't you eager for freedom?"

"I've waited for so many years. How does it matter if I have to wait a few more hours?" Naylor said.

"You are right," Darren said and left it at that.

He sat down, cross-legged, and waited quietly.

"Darren, I'm sure it will cost him a lot of fiend power to break free from the suppression. He will then become extremely weak. That's why he won't take action until the suppressing chief god's power is further weakened," Scott said to Darren through his spiritual sense.

"Yeah, I guessed," Darren replied.

Naylor desperately wanted to get out since he had been suppressed for so many years. Escaping even a second earlier seemed a good option.

The only reason he was willing to wait was just as Scott had said: that he would be weak when he broke free. He was afraid of being surrounded and killed by these masters, which was why he didn't dare move.