Lord Of Martial Arts

Finley's face darkened after he heard those words.

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm kind even if I'm just a soul, so I'm sure the real body of me must be a kind person. Why would I get swallowed?"

When Darren glanced at him, he saw slight traces of fear on his face.

"Ha-ha, I'm just kidding," Darren smiled.

"By the way, if I bring some enemies in, can you handle them?" Darren asked before he left.

"You'd better not do that. Since I'm severely injured, I will go to a secluded place to cultivate. Once I start my cultivation, it might be impossible to wake me. Then, it will be useless. Why don't you seal the Ancient Void Battlefield for the moment? When you find a holy body for me, I will wake up. After I leave this place, I will beat the crap out of all those who dared to provoke you."

"Okay, I will seal the Ancient Void Battlefield. You can go now."

After reassuring Finley, Darren withdrew his spiritual sense from the Ancient Void Battlefield.

The other people outside were busy trying to find crystals in the sand.

While someone like Darren, who wanted to pursue something big, might not consider the crystals to be valuable, it was a treasure for others.

In the outside world, one Holy Will Crystal could be exchanged for tens of thousands of magic herbs, because many masters at the seven-star level of the Grand Realm needed them.

Darren did not collect the crystals. He knew that if he could not leave, then the crystals he collected would be useless.

He sat on the ground with his legs crossed and took out the purple leaf. After absorbing its spiritual energy, he refined it into the demonic internal force and the aura of the dragon blood.

With the help of the pyramid in his elixir field, Darren was able to refine at high speed, and his strength grew continually.

After over ten days of cultivating, Darren felt that he could not make any further progress. He, thus, woke from his meditation.

"Darren, look!"

When Darren woke, he saw that several people had gathered around him. They held a pile of colorful crystals in their hands.

"Ah, you've found so many. I'm afraid you have about a thousand in total."

"Of course, he did. Darren, you can pick some for yourself first. Take away whatever you like, and the rest will be ours."

Everyone walked closer to Darren to show him the crystals.

"There is no need for that. You guys worked so hard to collect these. Why would you give them to me?" Darren refused with a polite shake of his head.

"Darren, what's wrong with you?"

"Did we do something wrong?"

"Are you angry?"

They glanced at each other, anxiety clear in their expressions.

he three people, the elder could not hold on for even a quarter of an hour. He was beaten to the point where he was crippled and on the verge of death.

"Wow, these rule cultivators are so mighty."

Darren and his companions gasped as they watched the fight.

It was hard for Darren to resist such kind of power even if he became a dragon. After all, the elder who had sixty percent of the Fringe Holy Will was instantly crippled.

"Bastard!"

At this time, an old man in a black robe walked out of the hall.

He walked up to the three men in grey robes and slapped each of them.

"You can't even seal the power of such a weakling. Why are you so useless?"

"I am so sorry. Please spare me," the three men begged as they fell to their knees.

"Get out! Guard the door for me. If the two masters of the other two sects break the seal, it will take a lot of effort to defeat them. They might even escape without being noticed. Be careful, or I will kill you next time."

"Yes, yes, you're right." The three men kowtowed.

"The masters of the two sects? Did the master of the Crimson Sea Sect and the master of the Heaven Lake Sect get caught?"

There was one disciple from each, the Heaven Lake Sect and the Crimson Sea Sect. They were shocked when they heard the news.

Both were at the same level as Dexter, the leader of the Golden Sacred Sect that Darren had met before. They had nearly become holy warriors.

Since the two big shots had come here, they must have found a way to resist the suppression. Even if they couldn't completely withstand the suppression, they should have eighty percent of their fighting power when at the top level of their strength. Since they had been caught, how powerful were the people from the Divine Mountain Sect?