Lord Of Martial Arts

"Now you're asking for it! I'm going to kill you!"

Warren roared, sitting on his gorgeous carriage. He pointed his golden claw at Darren, releasing large waves of god's power. The space shook as they traveled through the air.

Instead of using his sword to ward off the attack, Darren chose a palm strike.

The two streams of god's power collided, causing a long, deep crack to split apart the void. Bright flashes of lightning licked across the deep space.

Like fireworks being set off, the eight metal variant beasts that pulled the carriage exploded. The colorful debris rained down from the sky and landed heavily on the ground.

Stranded, Warren flew into the air and demanded, "Who are you? Are you an elder of the Yan Clan?"

"An elder? What a joke! Why would an elder of our clan come all the way here just to kill someone as pathetic as you? I can take you down easily. Attack!"

The moment that Darren stopped speaking, a large shadow with a scowl on its face appeared behind him. It raised its hands into the air and attacked. As its fist shadows traveled through the air, layers of the spac

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ren's reply.

From the establishment of the Eastern Imperial Region until now, no one had seen someone that was able to wield a weapon as Darren did.

"Have you heard of the carbon-based creatures?"

Warren frowned. The carbon-based creatures were the lowest human beings in the universe. They were even weaker than the silicon-based creatures.

Before he could wonder about it too long, Darren continued, "Have you heard of the Emperor of Rebellion?"

Warren felt a small chill travel down his spine.

Then, he laughed.

"I know that the Emperor of Rebellion came from the world of the carbon-based creatures. But you are not the Emperor of Rebellion. You are far too weak for that. Don't try and fool me."

Darren laughed in return. "You are dying. The only reason that I am answering your question is to satisfy your curiosity. Why would I waste my time lying? My real body is the Emperor of Rebellion.

And now that you know that, it's time for you to die,"

Darren replied. Then, he used his fingers to direct a wisp of sword intent. It circled around Warren's head and sliced his throat.