Lord Of Martial Arts

"Everybody comes here now. I found something." After Hobson called out, Darren and the others flew over without wasting another second.

"What's this? It looks very old," someone exclaimed as he went over and picked it up.

But as soon as the man touched the small bronze coffin, which was found earlier by Hobson, the space surrounding them began to fluctuate, and it emitted a purple mist.

Everyone surrounding and observing the scene was all startled and immediately stepped back.

When the purple mist dissipated into nothingness a few moments later, the man, who touched the small bronze coffin, also disappeared without a trace.

"Where is he? Is he dead?!" someone anxiously asked as his voice shook with fear.

"No, I guess he is not dead. And this should be the Holy Tomb," Darren merely said, rather calmly.

He supposed that it must be the same as the statue he had previously seen in the Raksa Sea. He vividly recalled that when it was touched, it would instantly activate a unique domain.

"What should we do? Shall we go in?" someone tentatively asked, confused, and in panic.

"Of course!"

Hobson interjected. Undaunted, he took hold of the small bronze coffin without a word and also disappeared as soon as the purple mist filled the coffin.

"Let's enter it together. I think those elders who came first must have already gone in. They deliberately arranged some coal ash to bury here so that no one would discover this."

Darren pointed out. Then he touched the bronze coffin as well, and then the rest followed his lead.

Buzz.

A sudden sound of tremors reverberated around them, almost deafening them, and within a moment later, the scene in front of them had changed.

The desolate land was dark, other than bleak and dismal. Above the mountains that looked craggy, the bloody sun cast an eerie vibe at a glance.

There were dozens of mounds in various sizes on the ground. They immediately recognized that these were the graves of the warriors of the Holy Realm.

Observing their location, Darren could sense a vague familiarity. And it reminded him of the scene in the bronze coffin that he had entered before.

It looked boundless with spiritual herbs scattered all over the ground. The graves there seemed to be endless. Darren also had spotted the weakest grave, which was the tomb of a Demon King.

"There are only graves here. Where are the treasures?"

All of them froze as panic engulfed them, and they didn't know what to do next as a trace of fears clearly showed on their pale faces.

"I'm curious, where are the people who came in first?" someone blurted out.

They all turned their gaze at the new traces of footsteps on the ground. But what puzzled them most was that not a single person could be seen. It seemed like they all vanished.

"Are they dead?" someone said in horror, feeling extremely agitated.

"Then there should have some blood even if they are dead. But

irst and was ready to die.

"Don't be silly. They move at such a speed. Escape is impossible as they can easily surround us in just a few seconds," one of them said.

"Then what should we do?" Everyone turned and looked at Darren expectantly.

"What else can we do? Kill now! Make a road to escape!" Darren roared and dashed towards the blood-red wall first.

The crazy blade and sword intents were forming in this zone. Tens of thousands of blade and sword illusions were hitting the blood wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The reverberating sound of swords was deafening, and the rest of them also dispatched the Fringe Holy Will to help support Darren.

Everything was covered by gorgeous light, while some of which even became bloody.

"Watch out!"

Inside the blood wall, there were various skills to block several people's attacks consistently.

Just then, several blood red vines came to view by slowly crawling behind Hobson and directly pierced towards his heart.

Darren noticed this, and he immediately jumped over and cut the vines with his sword.

When he looked up through the vines, Darren saw a monster with a rat's head and a tree's body in the middle of the blood wall. It was attacking them viciously.

"Kill!" Darren unleashed a dark gold internal force and beat the monster to pieces.

But in the blink of an eye, the broken part was immediately fixed by other bloody bodies, and it was still airtight as if it was never broken.

"Roar!"

Darren turned into a dragon at once after he killed a few shadows for so long.

The dragon blood aura in Darren's body significantly increased after he assimilated those strange dragons before. He also had absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy and transformed it into a demonic internal force.

His fighting power had been greatly improved after he transformed into a dragon.

The olive-black dragon's fifty-foot-long body swam in the air, emanating nothing but coldness!