Lord Of Martial Arts

"I lost..." Luther murmured.

The avatar showed no emotion at all. He then released a burst of the rule force and started to gradually dissipate.

"Darren, remember what I have told you. Don't fight against such strong men from now on, otherwise I can't help you anymore.

But, you have comprehended a very strong power." The avatar looked solemnly at Darren.

He merged himself in the rules once more and searched for a force he wanted among thousands of other rules.

Luther then said to Darren, "Why did you let him go? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

He stood up, his heart feeling empty.

"You should go. It's meaningless for you to stay here," Darren said to him, ignoring his question. He then began to walk away.

Standing behind him, Luther suddenly grinned. "What a talent!" he muttered, clearly amused.

His figure then suddenly turned into a sword intent and disappeared from the space like a phantom.

Before Darren knew it, a door opened, and dazzling sunshine shone on his face.

A stooping figure then appeared in front of him. He stared at Darren with his old eyes, saying nothing.

"Primitive Emperor, don't you want to praise me?" Darren grinned at the old man.

The Primitive Emperor shook his head and said, "I don't know what to say to you."

Although he looked calm on the outside, he was as excited as a violent wind in the bottom of his heart.

Darren's success meant that he had broken the Fantasy Rule! Even he himself dared not to step into the dream where countless geniuses had been trapped and eventually died inside.

"Your Holy Will has almost reach the level of a junior holy warrior. Come on. Upgrade your realm." The Primitive Emperor walked forward.

Darren did not say a thing and just followed him.

Soon, they arrived in front of a stone platform.

"Stand on it, Darren," the Primitive Emperor instructed. "It's time to break through."

Darren nodded. "Ok."

He then stepped onto the platform and activated his skill, entering into the light space and assimilating several ancient spiritual crystals.

Boom!

Thick clouds gathered and enveloped them with pressure. Ferocious black lightning condensed into whirlwinds in the depths of the void.

After Darren had reached the Holy Realm, the blade and sword intents inside his body continued flying around him.

"Take advantage of this moment and try to comprehend the Holy Will of the blade and sword," the

e said.

"Ha-ha! I should be the one thanking you." At that moment, although the Primitive Emperor turned old again, he looked more lively and energetic than before.

"Thank me?" Darren was stunned.

"Of course! You made me feel the real Shura Force and exercise it without any hesitation in my declining years. It was the dream of mine all my life. You helped me realize it,"

the Primitive Emperor said with a smile.

"Ha-ha, I see. If you ever want to experience it again, you could enter my soul any time," Darren generously offered.

"No. If I force my way into your soul again, it may cause damage to both of us. I am satisfied to have gone through it at least once."

"Well then, thank you again." Darren saluted.

The Primitive Emperor nodded and said, "You have already broken through to the Holy Realm. What's your plan now?"

"I plan to go back to the Lothlann Continent. I've been wandering outside for a long time and I miss my hometown."

Darren recalled the depressingly lonesome time he spent in his dream. It made him want to go back to the Lothlann Continent and visit his relatives and friends even more.

"Alright then, you can go back to your hometown. I would be glad if you can visit me in ten or even in a hundred years,"

the Primitive Emperor said with a faint trace of loneliness and desolation in his eyes.

"I will. Don't worry, sir."

"Go ahead." The Primitive Emperor waved his hand and turned away.

Darren breathed out a long sigh. Withdrawing the sadness of parting, Darren then flew back to Elsa and Nate.

They talked for quite a while, and then flew away together.