Lord Of Martial Arts

"Hold on. You've known another way to get past the guards this entire time?" Darren asked, looking at Lindsay with doubt.

"No, I don't." Lindsay shook her head and continued, "I don't know other ways to get in. But I have the token. You can just follow me."

While she answered him, she pulled Darren and they flew towards the guards dressed in black robes.

"No. Wait. You have to be joking!"

Darren's eyes grew larger as they approached the guards. He could clearly feel the guards' powerful aura. It was so powerful that even a warrior at the Celestial God Realm would be risking their lives being there.

"I'm not kidding. Let's go."

She flew to a guard in a black robe and handed over a rusty iron token.

The next moment, something incredible happened. When the guard saw the token in Lindsay's hand, he bowed to her!

"Why are you still standing there? Idiot, let's go!" she shouted at Darren, gesturing aggressively for him to follow her.

Darren shook off the shock and flew inside behind her.

"Where did you find that iron plate? Why are the guards so respectful to you?" Darren couldn't stop looking at Lindsay like she was some alien or something.

"Iron plate? Are you stupid? That's something my father left to me. No one can stop me from entering the Ancestral Land, except the ancestor of the Ancestral Land."

"Really? But you just used that iron plate. Does that mean your identity was exposed?"

"Oh, I forgot..." Lindsay stuck out her tongue.

"And it doesn't make any sense. You said that your father was expelled by the Ancestral Land. Doesn't that mean that the token should have been revoked of its power?" Darren asked.

"You're so annoying sometimes. Do you think I have all the answers? Let's just go. I can't stand you anymore." With that, Lindsay turned and ran away.

Speechless, Darren sped up and flew forward.

Ahead of them was a huge square made of green stone, where tens of thousands of disciples from the Ancestral Land had gathered.

These disciples had practiced for at least ten years in the Ancestral Land. Some of them had practiced for more than ten years. Since new warriors arrived every day, ten years was just a rough estimate of time.

Darren found an empty spot on the square and landed. Straight away, he began to look for his companions: Finley, Scott, Barne

t that each of the emissaries only picked two disciples. So many people were unable to pass the examination and did not have the qualifications to obtain resources or protection.

Those who didn't get picked were banished from the Ancestral Land and must make their own living by themselves in the cruel outside world.

Darren scanned the area with his god's sense and found that most of them were at the middle-level of the Primary God Realm. There was no way that those people would be chosen.

"If you move again, I have the right to kill you all!" At the edge of the square, there was an ordinary guard standing in front of some people.

When Darren looked, his heart paused in his chest. He could see familiar faces.

Finley, Barnes, the mysterious old man, Aaron... Everyone was there except for the Rule Soul Avatar and Scott, which was good news for Darren.

"What happened? Why is the guard holding them prisoner?" Darren already harbored a deep grudge against the Ancestral Land, but his anger deepened when he saw his friends treated like this.

He wanted to attack the guard but he could do nothing but wait. An ordinary guard in the Ancestral Land was strong enough to kill him. If he exposed himself too soon, it would be bad for everyone involved.

"You guys must choose to pass the test in the Tussle Region, and then you can leave. If you fail to pass, you have to continue to labor in the mine area to make up for your crimes," the guard ordered. He then pointed at the battle ring of the Tussle Region, but no one moved an inch.