Lord Of Martial Arts

The gangster's death had put everything on hold.

Davis had killed a man whose level was far below him. It made everyone wonder why he hadn't been punished by the laws yet.

"Anyone who has become a believer of the Defiant Master is no longer protected by the laws of the Tussle Region. Does nobody know that?" Davis leveled his gaze at everyone and then smiled. "Furthermore, my avatar is not restricted by the Suppression Law. This is the reason why no one dares defy me."

"What do you want? Do you want to kill me?" Darren hissed.

"Why bother asking? Do you think you can live after refusing to be our ancestor's slave?" Davis asked. He gave Darren a disdainful smile.

"Let's fight him now, Darren. At least we'll die with dignity then," Finley, who had been silent the whole time, urged after stepping forward from the sideline.

"What?"

Davis was surprised to see Finley. He hadn't noticed the other man before he had spoken up. Upon setting his eyes on him, however, a glint of shock and amazement flashed through his eyes.

"You? You're..." Davis murmured under his breath. But then he shook his head. "That's impossible. I'm probably only thinking too much."

Finley didn't miss Davis' reaction towards him. The other man must have mistaken him for someone else.

"Davis! I may not come here with my real body, but do you think you can act so presumptuous towards us? I swear the Xiling Clan will meet their doom if you lay a finger on us." Finley stood straight. He looked fierce in his white robe and with his hands behind his back.

Upon hearing this, Davis became livid. "An avatar? Boy, do you really think that I'll believe that such a trashy avatar like you exist? You're definitely not his avatar!"

"Really?" Finley looked steadily at Davis. 'Just as I thought. He is afraid of my real body, ' he thought to himself. Then suddenly, he released a breath of his aura and rushed towards Davis. "Do you really think you can see through my real body, Finley Feng?"

Since Finley and his real body shared one same soul, their names were the same.

Upon hearing the mention of Finley Feng's name, Davis' face darkened. He had heard of that name before. His ancestor had accidentally let it slip before. Nobody else knew about the name of this powerful warrior. Only the warriors in the Superior God Realm knew of it.

It was because of this that he did not dare fight Finley now. He was afraid that this young man was indeed the avatar of such powerful warrior. The entire Xiling Clan could suffer if he offended the other man.

When Finley had let out his aura, Davis had recognized it. It was the same as that of Mr. Feng. At this point, he was starting

" Darren said.

"Where should we go, sir?" Wilson asked. He had been standing at the side this whole time.

"We can go anywhere. We just need a place where we can make our forces stronger," Darren replied.

"Sir, are you still planning on attacking the others?"

"Yes. I still need to get more believers."

"That's easy. I know the Tussle Region like the back of my hand. I'm sure I can find the best place. However, we must launch our attacks to the small forces first. If we conquer those within a thousand kilometers from here, you should be able to gather millions of believers by then," Wilson suggested.

"Very well. I'll let you draw up the plans."

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much. However... Does this mean I can have the title of chief counselor of the Bloody Army?" Wilson looked up to meet Darren's eyes and smiled.

'This guy is so shameless. He's desperate for a title, ' Darren thought to himself as he returned Wilson's gaze. To be honest, Darren didn't care about titles. He was certain that all his believers were loyal to him.

"Fine. You'll be our counselor from now on." He conceded.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much." In his excitement, Wilson bowed his head at Darren, again and again.

"Everybody! Listen to me. I'm the chief counselor. We'll be heading north for now." Wilson made a cutting figure as he stood confidently and solemnly in front of the others.

Meanwhile, nine thousand kilometers away from the forest, the Xiling clan was restless.

Inside a heavily guarded, secret room, Caleb Xiling, the Xiling Clan's ancestor, suddenly opened his eyes. A loud voice thundered inside the room, disturbing the peace inside it.

"Caleb Xiling! Why did you let the Defiant Master go?"

This had greatly startled the old man. "Mr. Feng?"