Lord Of Martial Arts

The Devil King's attitude made Darren feel a little uneasy.

While the Devil King might've been the lowest-level creature in the abyss, no one dared underestimate his strength. He was, at the very least, at the preliminary stage of the Deputy God Realm.

There was no way Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar stood a chance against him.

If they dared oppose the Devil King, their plot was bound to be exposed.

Darren's eyes darted about nervously. What should they do? "My real body,

I have an idea," the Rule Soul Avatar told him through his spiritual sense.

"What is it?" Darren demanded anxiously.

"In thirty seconds, I will use the Time Standstill to freeze him for three seconds. You will have that much time to make a move and wound him at a vulnerable spot: his neck. That way, when the Time Standstill's effect wears off, the Devil King will be left confused. Unable to understand how we inflicted a wound on him without moving, he will think we're very powerful." The Rule Soul Avatar laid out his plan.

While trapped in a Time Standstill law, one wouldn't have the capacity to think. Consequently, they wouldn't have any concept of what was happening during this period.

The Devil King only suspected that Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar were not as strong as they looked. If they cooperated with each other to hurt him this way, he would not even know how the wound on his neck was caused. He could only think of Darren as a peerless master.

"Okay. Let's do it," Darren said with nod.

"What are you afraid of?" the Devil King roared. He had provoked the two creatures before, but they hadn't responded in kind. This further confirmed his theory that they weren't as strong as they were letting on.

Three seconds, six seconds, nine seconds...

Thirty seconds later, the Rule Soul Avatar quietly activated the Time Standstill.

Whoosh!

Then, Darren made his move.

Whoosh!

He swung a sword strike filled with black god's power. In the next moment, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the Devil King.

It took him less than two seconds to complete the whole process.

Then, the effects of the Time Standstill wore off. Confused, the Devil King felt a piercing pain on his neck out of nowhere. Purple blood trickled down onto his chest.

The Devil King took two staggering steps backward

at the sight of his own blood dripping from the tip of Darren's blade. He was absolutely stunned. When did Darren attack him? How come he didn't even feel it happen? Fear began to well in his heart; he thought that Darren was an unbeatable master, al

n's orders.

After more than ten attempts, Darren finally came across a creature that looked like a mound of mucus. Unlike the others, he was willing to swear allegiance to Darren.

"I swear with my humble soul that I will always believe in the Conflicting Chief God..." the creature swore.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The insides of the Nether Dragon King's stomach began to shake violently, as though the Nether Dragon King was running away from something desperately.

But it was futile. From the outside, thick clouds in the sky thundered ferociously, and a pair of cold and ruthless dark gold eyes fixated onto the Nether Dragon King.

"Roar!"

The Nether Dragon King had never been so scared in its entire life. It ran with all its might. With every step it took, a huge pit with a radius of thousands of kilometers was left imprinted on the ground.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The Nether Dragon King kept on running. However, wherever it went, the pair of dark gold eyes were staring right at it.

Bang! Bang...

At the sound of a violent explosion, the huge body of the Nether Dragon King fell to the ground. It began to crawl and drivel, as though it was begging the pair of dark gold eyes to spare it.

Unfortunately, it was futile. The mere existence of Darren prompted the pair of dark gold eyes to attack.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning burst out from one of the dark gold eyes, piercing through the sky and shattering the space.

The lightning struck the abdomen of the Nether Dragon King.

Blood gushed onto the ground like a torrent. Shreds of flesh and shards of bone flew into the air.

"Here it is,"

Darren said in a low voice, as he watched a peerless thunderbolt coming straight for him.