Lord Of Martial Arts

The Rule Soul Avatar took the old man's life, while Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng were engaged in battles of their own. They brandished their weapons and killed the men they were each fighting.

In just a quarter of an hour, all four enemies had been vanquished.

"Look at what I found,"

Darren said, flying over with a green gourd in his grasp.

Each of his companions found the same thing as well.

"This is the spatial treasure of the Archean world. It's where their items are stored," revealed the Rule Soul Avatar.

"Is it possible for us to open it?"

A spatial treasure was a very special thing. If opened by force, it would be destroyed. But with the Rule Soul Avatar present, that might not be how things went.

"Sure,"

replied the Rule Soul Avatar. There were very few rule cultivators in the Archean Age and the spatial treasures

eered with detest.

The old man didn't sound sincere at all.

He had threatened to kill Darren and his companions if they refused him. They were now only more determined to turn him down.

If the old man had been disappointed but let them leave, he might have left Darren and the others with a good impression. Even If they did not join the Ye Clan today, they would not be their enemies and might even help them some day.

Unfortunately, that was not the path of action he had chosen. The old man and the Holy Maiden of the Ye Clan possessed the same attitude, an attitude that Darren and his companions were disgusted by. They wanted nothing to do with them.

"If it's a fight you want, bring it on,"

Lord Starry Sword, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke up, infinite killing intent flowing in his black and white sword pupils.