Lord Of Martial Arts

"It's Lord Cyan Dragon!" Shipley exclaimed.

When they saw the huge shadow of a cyan dragon and felt the overwhelming dragon power, their hearts beat so fast.

Even Shipley was shocked when he felt the powerful aura of the dragon blood.

Lord Cyan Dragon was said to be the top bloodline and the most mysterious in the dragon race. No one had expected that he would suddenly show up.

On the other hand, Darren felt something different. The aura he felt was very familiar, although he hadn't felt it for a long time.

"Scott..." he muttered.

Darren and some of his good friends had been separated for many years. And he hadn't heard from them since then. Finally, he now saw one of them. He got so excited that he was almost on the verge of crying.

"Rawr!"

the huge cyan dragon roared. His body gradually shrank and turned into a young, handsome man with infinite elegance.

He directly landed in front of Darren.

"Darren..."

Scott, who always looked cold, couldn't help shedding tears too.

"Scott..."

As soon as their eyes met, emotions surged up from the bottom of their hearts. They both wanted to say a lot of things. But the words seemed to have been blocked in their throats. They couldn't utter even a single word.

Scott's cold eyes turned red. He punched Darre

iens were nothing but powerful evils. Even the human ancestor, ascetic cultivators, predecessors of the dragon race and the beast race had all died in the war before. They had lost their hopes a long time ago. They didn't think Darren could change anything.

As a matter of fact, many of them even blamed Darren in their hearts. After all, many of these humans were low-level cultivators who cared about their relatives and friends so much. But most of their relatives and friends had died because of Darren. It was such a sad ending for them.

"Darren, just let us go," someone beseeched.

"The destruction of the human race has long been a foregone conclusion. I only drag out an ignoble existence so I can hold a memorial ceremony for my dead husband every year. That's all that my life means now."

"Darren, I hate you in my heart, but I'm not blaming you. Everything is destined. I only hope that you can let bygones be bygones. Let the human race start again. Don't destroy the posterity of our race."

Hearing those words from the people of the human race, Darren felt that they really didn't have any hope in their hearts left.

An indescribable pain surged up in his heart. He could understand how they felt. It was not easy to lose friends and family members because of the war.