Lord Of Martial Arts

"The human race has suffered. The nine chief gods deserve to die. Humph!" After listening to Darren's story, Aria couldn't help crying. She pitied the human race and hated the nine chief gods so much.

"Darren, you and your companions are already the top masters of the human race in the Primitive Wilderness. But when you come to the Archean Age, I feel that your strength is..." Ingrid couldn't finish her words. After listening to Darren's story, a feeling of suspicion arose in her heart, but she couldn't tell him directly.

"Ha-ha! Are you trying to say that we are not strong enough?" Darren asked with a chuckle.

"Ahem!" Ingrid cleared her throat as a sign of acquiescence.

She couldn't believe that the top masters of the human race in the Primitive Wilderness were far inferior to the Heavenly Destiny Emperors. Even the warriors at the Eternity Realm could kill Darren and his companions easily if they tried to fight head-on.

"What I want to say is, your strength is not particularly strong. I think the nine chief gods are not that strong too. Maybe even if the nine chief gods work together, they won't be able to defeat a Heavenly Destiny Emperor," Ingrid finally voiced out.

"Maybe yo

s pretend to be mysterious so that people will worship them. They are all hypocritical people.

But I am different. I'm willing to make friends with others. It feels so good to live like this. I'm free and unrestrained," said the old man easily, stretching out his hands.

"Fernando, you may think that you live a more comfortable life than us, but that is because you are lazy and slovenly."

A cold face suddenly appeared in the space and looked at the old man coldly.

In an instant, Darren and the others felt an overwhelming pressure. The cold and domineering aura was as terrifying as the pressure of a chief god.

The owner of this face must also be a Heavenly Destiny Emperor.

"Get out of here!"

The old man picked up his broken jar and threw it to the face. With a splash, the cold face was shattered like glass.

"Why are you so angry? Because you're ashamed? It looks like your life isn't as comfortable as you said,"

the cold face reappeared in an instant and taunted the old man.

"Henrik, you'd better stay away from me. Or else, I will cut your head off in your den!" the old man jumped up and cursed. He glared at the face with his hands on his waist, looking like a shrew.