Lord Of Martial Arts

"Well, sir, I'm afraid I can't cultivate in the cave, because there's something else I need to do." It was impossible for Darren to both hide and cultivate for several millions of years.

"What could be more important than your life?" the ascetic cultivator prodded.

"I'll be careful outside. Although it's dangerous, I can protect myself once I get stronger."

The ascetic cultivator glanced at Darren with a mix of emotions across his face.

"You're a Defiant Master, so you can't possibly make it alive outside. The Defiant Abyss will become your final resting place, for sure. Young man, this is all the advice I can give you for now. Whether you take it or not is completely up to you."

With that, the ascetic cultivator sat down with his legs crossed, and his body slowly began to dry up and decay; it was as if he had been dead for tens of thousands of years.

"Defiant Master again. What the hell is a Defiant Master?" Darren murmured. Everyone he met in the Primitive Wilderness always mentioned "Defiant Master." He couldn't grasp what this identity meant. People were resistant to be friendly to him because of his identity as a supposed Defiant Master.

Curious, Darren tried to shake the ascetic cultivator awake, to no avail.

Darren then flew off in search for Elsa.

After flying for some time, Darren returned to the Cloud Forest Sect.

The place was putrid with miasma. Blood and decay trailed all around. The sect had become hell on earth.

Darren did not stay long, and immediately made his way to the sect leader's residence.

"Darren!"

As soon as Darren arrived there, a beautiful figure rushed into his arms.

"Are you okay, Elsa?" Darren cupped Elsa's face in his hands and looked at her with deep concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. When the monsters appeared, I found a place to hide. All I could think about was finding you, but when I couldn't find you, I really freaked out." Tears rushed down Elsa's face as she embraced Darren harder.

"It's okay. It wasn't that much trouble for me," Darren said as he patted Elsa's back.

"By the way, where is the sect leader?" Darren asked.

"I sensed that a powerful man wearing a bamboo hat took him away by force. Aside from that, I heard the sect leader call him 'guard', and he said that the guard came from the Ancestral Land," Elsa replied.

Upon hearing that, Darren grimaced.

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t down shakily, in fear for their lives.

Whoosh!

In reply, Fiend King Archer cracked down on the general's head and took a ravaged bite at his body. He gnashed his teeth down angrily at the body, as blood trickled down his mouth.

"How dare you make excuses!"

Fiend King Archer opened his bloody mouth and roared.

All of the other generals scrambled and whimpered frantically.

"Look for him immediately! Leave no stone unturned in the territories of the human race and find him this instant!" the fiend king bellowed.

"Of course, Your Majesty!"

The generals all scampered out and dared not stay for a minute longer.

"Sheila, come here."

From the darkness, a perfect figure emerged. It was Sheila.

She began to tremble as she slowly paced forward.

The call from her father brought a shiver down her spine.

She knelt down nervously in front of her father.

"Father, it's all my fault. I deserve nothing but death. Please give me another chance. I will do my very best to capture the Defiant Master."

"Humph!" The fiend king snorted. He reached out his hand and grabbed her by the neck. "You know how important a Defiant Master is to me. Don't you think I should just kill you for your stupidity?"

he spat coldly. It was far from the way a father ought to treat his own daughter.

This was the fiend race, after all. They had no affection, even for their own kin. The only thing connecting a father to their child among the fiends was their inherited bloodline.

"Father, please spare my life," whimpered Sheila, as tears began to well up in her eyes.