Lord Of Martial Arts

From Darren's point of view, the so-called Oath Rule was a rule force that would only harm everyone involved. He was not at all convinced that it was powerful. However, he was just not knowledgeable on the rule force that his avatar took a fancy to.

"Could you explain it to me?" Darren asked. He was eager to know the secret of the Oath Rule.

The Rule Soul Avatar's silver eyes twinkled as he moved closer to Darren. "At the moment, I am in control of the lowest level of the Oath Rule. This rule can evolve infinitely depending on the cultivator.

From what I've learned, it can progress into the Curse Rule. If I master that, I could kill an immortal or a god with only one curse. That is why for me, it is the most powerful rule force.

Moreover, after I've improved the Oath Rule, it can allow me to unilaterally conclude an oath with my opponent. Unfortunately, the god's soul is too strong for me, so I cannot conclude a more cruel oath with him. I have no choice but to let him go. If only he were at the same cultivation level with me, I could have killed him using the Oath Rule," the Rule Soul Avatar expounded.

Darren was shocked to learn about the power of the Oath Rule, especially that it could be used to kill an immortal or a god with a single curse.

'Wow, the Curse Rule is really powerful!

Moreover, the avatar mentioned that the Oath Rule could destroy a cultivator of the same level as himself! That is amazing!' Darren exclaimed in his mind.

"Avatar, do you mean it when you said that you can instantly kill a cultivator of the same level with only one Oath Rule?" Darren asked again.

"That's right. However, your soul should enter into my body in order for me to use that rule; or else, it will not take effect. After all, I am just a broken soul," the Rule Soul Avatar said.

"I understand," Darren nodded. The reason why the avatar asked him to pull a strand of soul into his body was because he wanted to establish an oath with the god's soul.

Then, Darren and his two companions got ready to go back to the Primitive Tribe.

Meanwhile, on a small nameless island, Yahya landed.

The god's soul inside Yahya's body panted heavily.

He was in bad shape.

Previously, the god's soul wa

spect.

However, before knowing Darren, Yahya had thought that he was the most talented person in the world. After Darren had defeated him repeatedly through time, he began to feel a sense of loss and a growing hatred for Darren in his heart.

"All right, master. I will ignore that brat and focus all my energy on my cultivation in order to save my two masters as soon as possible," Yahya said downheartedly.

"Alas." The god's soul sighed and said, "I shall sleep for three thousand years. Do everything in your power to save your two masters. Also, don't forget to take care of yourself as well. Understand?"

"Yes, master. I understand. Please have a good sleep."

"Okay. Good luck!"

After the god's soul fell asleep, Yahya began to cultivate using the rich resources his master had given him.

However, after three days, he felt very upset and uneasy. Whenever he tried to concentrate, there would always be a blood red and terrifying figure lingering in his mind.

"Go to hell!"

He would often roar as he woke up from darkness with a sweaty head.

"No, absolutely not! That brat must die, or I will be tortured mad by the illusions,"

Yahya said to himself coldly and with hatred in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, master. This is the first and last time that I will disobey your orders. As soon as I become a holy emperor, I will kill Darren."

When he made his decision, his aggravation miraculously disappeared, and his cultivation speed began to rise significantly.