Lord Of Martial Arts

"You came just in time. Come fight with me." Darren's lips broke into a smile.

"Why? I'm not about to do this," Finley replied, frowning.

"No? Why?"

"Well, I find it boring. I would kill all those on this land with a blow, and that I do not want to do that at all! We haven't seen each other for a long time. We must have a drink. Where is the dead dog?"

Finley rolled his eyes.

"Look at you! Which stage have you reached?

The dead dog is sleeping at the Ancient Void Battlefield and will be awakened soon. Do you want to make things hard for him again?" Darren said.

"You don't have to know what stage I've reached. All you need to know is that I'm invincible now. It's been a long time since I last saw the dead dog, and now I really want to... beat him up! However, since he is still resting, I'd better reserve the beating." Finley laughed.

They talked for a while. Finley didn't agree to fight the Cross Expeditionary Force with Darren until Darren pointed his sword at his neck.

Dozens of figures flitted about in the sky and windstorms began to form.

They headed directly up north. After flying for three straight days, the camp of the Cross Expeditionary Force were already in sight.

Boom!

Suddenly, strong streams of aura surged left and right and a crowd rose up into the sky.

Darren and his dozens of companions were a far weaker force than those who stood before them.

"Here is the stronghold of the Cross Expeditionary Force! Anyone breaking in will be killed!" An inferior general's voice boomed in an attempt to frighten away Darren and his companions.

"Kneel," Darren said calmly. A strange force shot out from his body and hit the general.

Crack.

The general's shank broke and he knelt down, crying out in pain.

Horns blared throughout the camp and a figure clad in armor with dragon patterns clutched his spear and shot up into the sky.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you break into our number eight camp! Bow to me or die!" the man growled. Many of the disciples of the Sacred Palace were almost killed by his sound wave. Luckily, Darren conjured a force field and covered them.

"My name is Darren Chu and I am the law enforcer of the Sacre

're right, even the commander is afraid of him. I'll take them there, and show them what real darkness is all about!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a soul attack cut through the general's head. He looked at the direction it had come from and saw that it came from Finley.

"Ah! Stop! Stop! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" The general writhed in pain.

"I don't need you to tell me." Finley's eyes flashed as he collected the general's memories.

A moment later, the general stopped squirming but he had a dull look in his eyes, no longer able to function properly.

"I know where to go now, but they are being guarded by an extremely powerful being," Finley said.

"Then we better go meet him." Darren smirked.

"Let's go. It's been a long time since I had fought with a worthy opponent!" Finley said, bristling with excitement.

Darren directed his companions to fly with him towards the North Sea.

"Idiots! How could you let that law enforcer best your general like this?"

a young warrior clad in blue armor began to berate the soldiers.

"Commander, I suspect that the two men may have been senior holy warriors. I am afraid that even you... could not rival them," the vice general said timidly.

"Idiot! There cannot be senior holy warriors in the Sacred Palace! How dare you lie to me? Your head will be chopped off!" With that, the man's head fell on the ground.

Whoosh!

The blue-armored commander flew up to the sky and headed for the North Sea.