Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren's words caught everyone in the Primitive Tribe off guard.

In their eyes, their ancestor was equivalent to a god, a symbol of invincibility. How could it be possible that he had to be wary of a young kid who was a nobody?

Yusuf fumed, his face red in anger. "Come with me! Let's find him!" he ordered at a dozen or so members of the tribe.

Darren was speechless at the patriarch's apparent incredulity. He still was not convinced and continued to insist on taking revenge against Yahya.

"Patriarch..."

Darren began but was cut off by the patriarch.

"Mr. Chu, what you said may be reasonable, but since the backbone of our tribe was killed, there is no reason to let him go. Furthermore, we've gathered the top fighters of our tribe to test his strength. If it's really impossible to defeat him, we can retreat and wait for our ancestor to come out. What do you think?" he calmly said.

Hearing this, Darren breathed out a soft sigh.

"Well, in that case, I'll go with you." Darren knew that he wouldn't be able to dissuade him anymore. The most reasonable thing he thought to do was to just accompany the tribe.

"Well, Mr. Chu, you have incredible strength. In this critical moment, we would gladly accept your help," Yusuf remarked, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Darren, a bit taken aback by the unexpected compliment, gave a small smile in return.

Darren, as well as more than ten strong warriors of the tribe, headed out under the leadership of their patriarch.

"Is this the place where Jamie was killed?" After about ten hours of flying, they arrived at a vastly dense forest.

Collapsed towering trees were strewn on the ground. Everything was a mess.

"Yes, that's where Jamie died," Ray answered.

"Okay, you can go now." Yusuf nodded at him.

"Yes, sir." Ray then flew back at a fast speed.

Yusuf led the group in searching the premises, but they did not find any strange aura.

"It seems that he had already left," one of the warriors sighed out.

"Humph! He's lucky that he was able to run fast!" said another man.

"No, I don't think he had gone too far," Darren said, carefully squinting at their surroundings.

"Why not?" The fighters were all confused.

"If he wasn't able to find the location of the Primitive Tribe, he'd wander around and wait for the opportunity to come upon a member of the tribe and gather information from them, any information that woul

destroy your patriarch. Why would they be interested in you? You're overestimating yourself, idiot," the young man arrogantly remarked.

Darren triumphantly laughed in his mind. This teenager really was too inexperienced and told him the important information so easily.

"In that case, go to hell!"

Darren's face suddenly turned grim. He eventually transformed into a shadow and made the first move to attack.

"Profound Nine Sword Skills!"

Darren brandished his sword and sword shadows emerged everywhere.

The Profound Nine Sword Skills would not exactly be considered very powerful in his era, but in the ancient times, after Darren's further comprehension with the help of his Genuine Domain Degree talent, it was comparable to a legendary martial skill.

Swoosh.

Lights from the sword flickered out and flew in a perfect trajectory towards a visibly panicked young man.

The young man, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, was shaking in fear. He was no match against Darren who had experienced various kinds of dangers and had killed countless enemies.

The teen was completely surrounded by Darren's sword skills. He was doomed and had nowhere to hide.

"Go to hell!"

Darren transformed into a shadow once again and aimed his sword at the young man's head.

Just as he was about to strike, the black beast beside the young man howled.

It then started to move as quick as lightning.

The black beast was exhibiting power equivalent to an inferior holy warrior's. Darren could sense that the ferocious beast had experience in fighting, much more than the young man.