Lord Of Martial Arts

"I surrender! Please don't torture me!"

Jefferson was terrified of undergoing the horror of the Soul Assimilating Bug. The agony from it was beyond anyone's imagination.

"Very good. Now, kneel down and swear an oath to our Conflicting Chief God." Wilson looked at Jefferson, haughtily. Excitement was still coursing through his veins. He had never felt this way in years.

"Yes."

With that, Jefferson straightened up and activated a little bit of his spiritual power.

However, his eyes flashed with ferocity as soon as he lowered his head.

"Go to hell!"

Without warning, he lashed out an attack at Wilson. His palm collided with the other man's body, and then he dashed straight towards Darren.

"It seems like you don't want to live after all."

Fortunately, Darren had already prepared himself for Jefferson's retaliation. He had been observing the other man's movements since the beginning. So, as Jefferson rushed towards him, he instantly had his blade and sword intents turned into a pair of dark red blade and sword. With them, he stabbed Jefferson.

The air whistled as he swung his mighty weapons.

And in the next moment, the blade had cut cleanly through Jefferson's arm.

Since Jefferson's strength had been suppressed by Saxon, his strength had dropped down to the top level of the Domain God Realm. This meant his attacks wouldn't be strong enough to kill Darren anymore. But at this point, he doubted he could even get one hit at Darren.

He crashed to the ground with great force.

"Sir, I surrender for real this time. Please believe me." Jefferson's plan to sneak in an attack was a failure. He had no choice now but to kneel down and beg Darren for mercy.

Wilson stood up slowly. His face was drawn and pale after getting hit in the stomach.

"Wilson, use your Soul Assimilating Bug now," Darren commanded, coldly.

"Yes, sir." Wilson went over to Jefferson. He then took out a purple box that contained a few bugs inside and let the small insects fall unto Jefferson's head.

"Ahhh!"

Jefferson began to scream in pain and agony. His body contorted and rolled on the ground uncontrollably.

Darren decided to let Jefferson suffer for a while, and so he left the space with Wilson. Upon arriving at the stone chamber, Lindsay said, "Darren, let's use this same method when dealing with the remaining three leaders of the four major forces."

Before they could continue with their discussion, they first sat down and drank their tea in leisure.

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way and established his own force. Up until now, he holds a grudge against his family," Jefferson explained.

Lindsay took this as an opportunity to speak up. "So what if he has broken it off with his family? What are you afraid of?"

"He didn't completely break it off with his family. He only had a fight with his brother because he wanted to make a name for himself. They haven't abandoned him. So, if we hurt him, we will make an enemy out of his family as well."

"And how powerful could they be?" Darren asked.

"They are one of the ancient families in the Tussle Region. Their family had stood for millions of years. In fact, the head of their family is now a warrior at the top level of the Celestial God Realm. Nobody in the Tussle Region would dare offend them," Jefferson warned.

Darren looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Then I'll kill the other two main leaders first. We'll worry about Burke Xiling later."

Of course, Darren was not a fool. He wouldn't dare provoke people whom he couldn't defeat. After all, Tussle Region was renowned for its strength.

"Yes."

With that, Darren and the others walked out of the space together.

Immediately, Jefferson set out to do Darren's bidding. He arrested all the leaders of the remaining ordinary forces and forced them to surrender.

Out of the twelve ordinary leaders, ten surrendered. The other two committed suicide.

This left Darren with two strong leaders to deal with.

At the center of the forest was Burke Xiling's territory.

"Sir! Jefferson has arrested everyone and made them surrender to the Defiant Master." The one who came to report to Burke Xiling was a talking crow.