Lord Of Martial Arts

"Enough of this charade," declared the old man. "No matter what else happens today, I will kill you, you bastard!"

"All right," Talon replied lightly, calming down all of a sudden. "From this day forward, I'll never need to care about you—or be grateful to you for raising me up."

For the span of a heartbeat, there was dead silence.

It was shattered by a boom as two powerful forces burst out again.

The old man didn't want to waste time. Straightaway, he began to gulp the Dark Force in his hand.

A small strand of it passed through his nose and then into his elixir field.

"Condense!" the old man shouted.

He knew that as long as the two energies were gathered together, they would form one very powerful force—the Shura Force.

Prior to this fight, the old man had performed countless tests and found that the Dark Force and the Primitive Fighting Force would merge together, after opposing each other at first. But all his tests had taken place outside his body.

When the two met inside him at that very moment, only then did he realize his mistake.

The old man's eyes widened, and he roared with a sudden pain.

Meanwhile, Talon was watching him with a knowing smirk. "What's this? Suddenly you find that you can't merge the two forces, right? My dear master, do you think that I never once tried to refine two Emperor Characters at the same time? Now you understand why I only chose one."

While listening to Talon, the old man was staggering with agony as his heart thundered within him. The Dark Force was not joining with his Primitive Fighting Force, as he had assumed it would. Instead, they were violently attacking each other!

Fortunately, the old man had swallowed only a small strand of the Dark Force. Otherwise, things would have gone much worse for him. His Primitive Fighting Force was at the emperor level. Had it fought with a greater amount of this Dark Force from a dead Shura, his elixir field might well have exploded.

Seeing that his efforts to merge the two forces together were useless, he relented and gave up trying. Gasping and groaning, the old man swayed, but managed to stay on his feet.

Talon looked at him with something approaching pity. "Master, I hadn't wanted to kill you after all these years. But you've shown your hand today; you are too dangerous. And besides that, my debt to you is paid. I hope you will rest in peace."

With that, he began to arouse his momentum sharply.

His face hardened and the air became cold as power flowed out of him.

The space windstorm appeared, swirling fiercely with Talon at its center.

The old man frowned in dismay, sensing that something terrible was coming into being.

In a distan

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

bad to happen to her.

"Just forget it for now; worry about it later," Darren mumbled to himself and shook his head. The best use of his time would be to cultivate.

He was just about to get started in his room when a strong, subtle wave of force began to stir without warning.

Darren was taken aback.

There was a strange buzz that filled the air.

Every surface in the room began to vibrate and hum with energy, making Darren's eardrums itch.

"What is this?! Who's there?!" Darren shouted, looking about. He was on full alert.

Moments passed, and as Darren looked about, his surroundings began to shimmer and ripple, like the surface of a lake after a stone has been thrown in it. From the center of the ripple, a fair palm materialized and stretched forth.

Then a handsome, powerful-looking man emerged.

He was dressed in white, and his long hair writhed as though tossed about by a wind. His breath was strangely cold, and there was a terrible fluctuation of rule power in his body.

The man spoke. "Long time no see, my real body."

At once Darren understood. This could only be the Rule Soul Avatar.

"My avatar! It's you! You're finally here!" Darren exclaimed, overjoyed. Forgetting himself, he took a step forward, his arms outstretched as though to hug the avatar. But at the last second he remembered that the avatar was himself, so it would be somewhat strange to give him a hug. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Darren stopped himself.

The avatar didn't seem to notice. "Yes. The rules of this tomb are very special, so it took me a lot of rule power to break through."

"You come at the right time. I have something important to ask for your help," Darren said.

He decided that he would get straight to the point. He would ask the Rule Soul Avatar to kill Yahya.