Lord Of Martial Arts

"Sir, you..." Before Darren could even say anything, the old man raised his hand to stop him.

"Haha, I know what you want to say. I should have been dead a long time ago. But if a genius like you died here, it would be a great pity. You don't need to say anything to me. You have a plenty of time before the mutants come," the old man stated.

"All right!"

Darren nodded.

Of course, he wouldn't let the old man die for him. He was confident that if he completed his communication with the law at the given time, he would still have the chance to protect and save the old man!

"Is it worth your life? You'll surely die if you do it!" another member from the Red Demon Clan protested between staggered breaths.

"Worth? All of us are nothing but miserable beings. Nothing is more worthless than us!" the old man fiercely mentioned. "I am more than certain that it would be rewarding to sacrifice my life for this young man!" he confidently added.

"Are you sure? This brat didn't even bother being grateful to you. He didn't even think twice about your life," the other member countered.

"Ha-ha!" The old man gave a b

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ct the one hundred thousand wisps of Spirit Power. For it to be successful, all of the wisps must simultaneously pass through the cracks. Even if a single wisp went wrong, all of his efforts would go to waste.

It would be an easy task for the Rule Soul Avatar.

Unfortunately, Darren didn't have silvery eyes. Moreover, his Spirit Power and his deduction ability were significantly weaker than the Rule Soul Avatar. Hence, he found it hard to finish the task at hand.

Darren had no choice but to make do with what he currently had.

"Phew!"

He focused his attention to relax his mind and body.

The division of Spirit Power was performed smoothly. The most painful part was tearing his soul into one hundred thousand pieces and subsequently mixing them with the Spirit Power.

He had to instantly do it, exponentially making the pain more intolerable.

The numerous wisps of Spirit Power carrying the soul information began to enter the tiny cracks of the fiend god's remnant sense.

Darren manipulated each thread with absolute care, making sure that they advanced along the winding channels like slender snakes.