Lord Of Martial Arts

"Well, not exactly. Currently, he's the owner of the Ninth Precipitous Mountain. Because of his presence, no one dares to offend the Ninth Precipitous Mountain, including the government of the Tussle Region," Murphy elaborated.

"He's that powerful and influential? Then, he must be a cultivator of the Superior God Realm." Darren was thrilled and got more curious at the same time.

"I'm not sure about that. Actually, there is so little information about him," Murphy replied while shrugging his shoulders.

"Hmm. If I can get a chance, I think I'd like to go to the Ninth Precipitous Mountain and visit this man," Darren said with eagerness.

"Forget it. He never agreed to meet with just anyone, unless he's interested in that person. Furthermore, I strongly suggest that in the following days, you should just stay at home. I will spread the news that you've been out, and all you need to do is hide and cultivate in seclusion. You need to bolster your strength further," Murphy urged.

"Okay, I get it. I'll go ahead and catch up with my friends," Darren understood the current situation and quickly agreed.

Murphy was relieved that Darren was willing to cooperate and said, "All right. I'll contact you if anything new happens."

Darren just nodded and eventually went out of the room.

Currently, his friends were settling in a separate courtyard within the sect.

"Darren! You finally showed up! What were you doing these past few days?" Finley quickly rushed towards him as soon as he saw him approaching.

"Where have you been? You just disappeared and didn't even tell us where you were going and when you would come back!" Lindsay also shou

e wanted to get out of the Tussle Region as soon as possible.

Then, a few months had passed, and it seemed like everything was fine.

Until one day, the branch of the Starry Sword Sect was disturbed by strange noises out of nowhere.

Darren quickly opened his eyes and rushed out of the secret room to see what was happening.

"Murphy, what is going on?" he asked the moment that he got a hold of Murphy.

"A group of people attacked our branch and killed hundreds of our disciples. Even my daughter was taken away!"

Murphy's eyes were filled with rage and frustration. Darren could sense his killing intent that was about to burst out at any moment.

"Did you catch any of them?" Darren asked.

"That's the most exasperating part. All of them managed to escape. They said that there were ten master hands in total," Murphy answered while clenching his fists.

"This is what I feared the most. It must be the Gambling King!" Darren concluded without a second thought.

Swoosh!

Without any warning, Murphy soared into the sky.

"Master Murphy, wait!" Darren exclaimed as his eyes widened.