Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren spent a few moments considering a series of feasible fighting methods. Eventually, he decided he would use the steadiest one.

Swiftly, he rushed forward.

So quickly that it was impossible to follow his movements with the naked eye, Darren shot at the thirteen guards of the Yan Clan.

A terrifying sword intent pierced like lightning through his targets.

With a loud explosion, the head of one of the Yan Clan's guards exploded.

Simultaneously, over a hundred hidden swords attacked the other twelve powerful guarding warriors, each of who had a grade-nine Fate Character and nine metal meridians.

Only then did the guards of the Yan Clan realize that they were under attack.

Of course, their slow response was only to be expected. After all, Darren had been very careful in launching this sneak attack, ensuring that they wouldn't discovered it until it was too late. Moreover, Darren's god's power of sword intent—whether in terms of penetrating effect or attacking speed—was a little stronger than that of a cultivator of the Immortal God race with the same level of fighting power.

Besides, the Yan Clan's guards were complacent because of the well-hidden location of their ancestral temple. It was surrounded by a hundred thousand space passages, and they believed it was difficult, if not impossible, for anyone to enter it without being detected. Therefore, the guards had not been too vigilant, convinced that they were safe from any sudden intruders.

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"Damn it!"

As powerful as they were, the ten guards felt their courage falter and their hearts tremble upon sensing the cold, incredible aura of the dragon.

Who was this intruder, and how could he be connected to the genuine dragon? It was all utterly incomprehensible!

Swiftly, however, the guards recovered from their initial shock. They were strong warriors and they would not wait meekly for death.

As the shadowy purple form approached, the ten of them launched simultaneous attacks, activating their god's power and pushing their divine weapons to the limit.

The purple form was beaten back by the joint attack of the ten guards.

"Let's kill him now!" yelled one of the guards, intending to take advantage of this opportunity.

With a heavy booming sound, the earth and the sky began to shake.

The shadow of a genuine dragon swayed in the dark sky. Under the pressure of the dragon tail, the space around them was slowly being torn and broken.

"Damn it!" exclaimed several of the guards.

The power of this fierce blow was at least as terrifying as that of the previous sword intent form.

The guards of the Yan Clan threw out all their divine weapons, intending to defend themselves against the descending dragon tail.

With a crash, their divine weapons collided with the dragon tail.

Beneath their feet, the nine-floor pagoda—the longstanding and majestic ancestral temple of the Yan Clan—was shaking violently, as if it was about to collapse!