Lord Of Martial Arts

The lean older man kept on running while putting restrictions around him to avoid the attack coming from his opponent that was chasing him from behind. Without looking back, he could sense that the Water Kylin was not that far from him because he could feel the mighty strength that radiated out of the beast. The restrictions that he was releasing were of no use—they were easily broken and suppressed by the Water Kylin.

"Please, young man, don't kill me! I have no animosity against you. You can kill Waldo, the purple-robed guy, instead and beat him as long as you like! I will give you no trouble for doing that!" bellowed the older man as he was catching his breath. He could feel his legs were about to give up from running, and his heart seemed to leap out of his chest. Seeing that he was about to be caught, with the beast just a few inches away from him, the thin older man panicked. The beast that kept chasing him made him feel extremely frightened. Yet he kept on running determined to keep a safe distance away from his doom.

"Ha! Are you telling me that you don't want to die? Don't think that I didn't hear what you said just now. You said that you would kill me as soon as you get the fruit! You won't even let an ordinary martial artist live. Don't you think you deserve to die by just saying those words?" Darren shouted. He was just on the back of the Water Kylin and didn't even care about the thin older man's begging words. He intended to teach that older man a lesson that he would surely remember for the rest of his life. After all, Darren was such an effective teacher, not so kind though, but his teachings would do.

"Die old man! Run for your life!" The Water Kylin roared, while he was stretching his claw to grab the older man like a small mountain crushed under a gigantic palm.

In an instant, the air around the older man shattered, as if a

out Waldo and the older man. All he wanted to do was award them the punishment they both deserved.

"Haha! Kill me first! I am not afraid to die. But before you do it, let me give you a piece of advice. That older man is using his arcane skill to send a message asking for help. If you don't kill us now, his followers would be here soon. Though I doubt that they can do any harm to you and your legendary beast, at least, they might take him away," the purple-robed rule cultivator said with a determined look on his face. Clearly, he had given up all hopes of saving his life. He knew for sure that Darren would not allow him to see the break of dawn.

Hearing his words, the thin older man vomited even more blood. He was so furious right now, but sadly he couldn't do anything about it. What Waldo said made him lose his last chance to live—they were all true, and he couldn't find any means to contest his words.

"Waldo! You bastard! What a foul mouth you have. I'm going to kill you!" the old man shouted angrily.

With those words from the older man, Darren gave him a malicious glare. Being cautious this time, Darren scrutinized the man from head to foot. Right then and there, indeed, there was a red rune shining hidden on his palm.