Lord Of Martial Arts

As he started to analyze the patterns, he tried to recall some of the details he found.

When the war began and up until it became more and more violent towards the end, there was always a group of mysterious men who wore black robes that kept appearing in every corner of the paintings, but their faces were always not shown clearly.

Darren closed his eyes to think. A copious number of paintings flashed through his mind.

Eventually, an idea popped up in his mind and his face lit up in realization.

"The rule cultivator…" he quietly murmured.

He opened his eyes and suddenly started to roughly skim through the paintings again.

"Although these black robed men had never actively participated in the battles, they must have been an indispensable part of the war. They must have been rule cultivators and were absolutely much more talented than Mr. Wan," he added. As he looked through those patterns again, he knew that he was right.

Darren was shocked when he was able to kill a competent fighter of the Wonder Realm with the rune. The fact that a rule cultivator had such extraordinarily strong powers to create the powerful rune still had not ceased to astonish him. From that point onward, he became determined to find the truth behind the enigma. However, since Wayne had passed away, he still had not been able to figure it out.

While Darren was deep in thought, he suddenly recalled something, the memory rushing to him.

He remembered that when he had walked into that mysterious bronze coffin, he was bewildered by the number of tombs he found inside and the compellingly powerful auras he felt emitting from inside of each tomb made his blood run cold. He r

eaned forwards and softly laid a kiss on Darren's face.

"All right, I admit it," he said, now fully grinning.

"Admit what? That you're only interested in my looks? You jerk, I'm going to kill you!"

Elsa then playfully threw herself into Darren's arms and her scent overpowered his senses.

He felt her silky smooth skin touch his. Her tender movements made his blood boil with desire. His breathing became more and more erratic. He swallowed hard.

"Elsa, how about we–"

Before he could finish, they accidentally touched one of the black iron chains. A seemingly infinite number of runes suddenly flashed across their eyes then the whole palace shook violently.

"Shit!" Darren cursed. He swiftly stood up from the ground as he berated himself under his breath, "I knew those chains were dangerous. I'm so careless!"

Once Darren was on his feet, the entire palace was suddenly pervaded by a strange smell and the numerous runes flew into his body.

Elsa was left aghast by what had just happened, and Darren, shortly after his body absorbed the runes, went deathly pale and looked as if he might faint.