Lord Of Martial Arts

Upon witnessing how Fernando had shouted at the Heavenly Destiny Emperor he called Henrik, Darren and the others were convinced that he was a Heavenly Destiny Emperor too.

"I don't want to argue with you, so let's get to the point. You sneaked into the imperial tomb to catch the man with the Heavenly Destiny Body. Don't you know that you've broken the rules?" said Henrik.

"Humph! What are you talking about? I came here to sleep. It just so happened that I met these guys. What rule did I break?" Fernando said in a devil-may-care attitude.

"Don't quibble!"

"Ha! Henrik, you and the others made those so-called rules. They have nothing to do with me. I don't care about your rules. You know what? I really don't want to meddle in other people's business. But now, I've changed my mind. Listen, these cultivators are under my protection now. Anyone who dares to take them will be killed."

Fernando's tone became cold. After he spoke, an imperial aura was emitted in all directions.

"You..." Henrik thundered. But whatever he wanted to say, it was interrupted when Fernando threw the broken jar at him.

"Suppress!" Fernando roared. Then the surrounding space was sealed. It was only then that Henrik couldn't condense his face with his imperial sense.

Fernando turned around, looked at Dar

n I can be seriously injured. In your case, of course, you will be killed."

"Is he the dead Sacred Sovereign and the owner of the imperial tomb?" Ingrid murmured.

"Don't be silly. You can't possibly see the Sacred Sovereign's body so easily." Fernando sneered and continued, "Stop making any more conjectures. Just stay here and hide. What's important is, those shameless things won't be able to find us anymore. Do you understand?"

"We understand, sir. And thank you for helping us."

Darren and the others nodded at Fernando.

"I'll say it one more time. Never dare to provoke that man," Fernando cautioned again.

"Don't worry, sir. We won't cause any trouble."

Fernando then turned around and slowly walked towards the withered figure, leaving all of them behind.

"That gourd is really beautiful. If only it can be mine,"

Fernando grumbled. His eyes were burning with desire as he stared at the purple-gold gourd in the withered man's hands. He was like a wolf who had seen a flesh.

However, he could only swallow his saliva. He had been coveting the purple-gold gourd for many years. But until now, he still couldn't dare to take it.

"Bastard, how dare you! You have broken into our master's sacred palace several times with sinister intentions. I won't spare you this time."