Lord Of Martial Arts

The winged-tiger was down on the ground, twitching in discomfort. Every cell inside his body was strangely itchy, and the blood poison attacked his meridians and soul. The two kinds of poison had left him writhing in bodily and mental pain.

"Kill me now, please. I’m begging you, do it already,"

the winged-tiger pleaded to Darren, his voice full of agony.

"Why would I even bother? Become my believer first, and you will be able to rid yourself of that pain," Darren replied flatly.

"No way! Never!"

Despite his intense suffering, the winged-tiger remained defiant and refused to convert into Darren’s believer.

"Alright then, I'll let you wait in the Space Ring for ten thousand years. Enjoy your lengthy stay there," Darren said indifferently.

"Don’t do it. Please, just let me die."

"Ha-ha, I’m afraid it’s not that easy. I don’t want to waste my time talking absolute nonsense with you anymore. Goodbye and enjoy yourself." Darren deliberated on putting the winged-tiger into his Space Ring right that instant.

"No, it’s too painful. I give up! I surrender!" The winged-tiger finally broke down. When Darren pointed out that he had to continue his suffering and bear the painful itching sensation for ten thousand years more, his last line of psychological defense shattered.

"That’s a relief to hear," Darren said, a weak smile tugging up the corner of his mouth.

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ce they were midair, strange Spirit Power waves instantly spread out, and they began the test.

After about fifteen minutes, all three grew very weak, but there was still no result yet.

"What’s going on?" Darren asked in cold blood.

"Master, this master’s soul is so unusual. It seems isolated from the laws of heaven and earth," one of the rule cultivators of the specter race answered.

"What are you talking about? Try to be more specific about it."

"I mean, this master doesn’t seem to have any potential in becoming a rule cultivator."

"What? Are you sure about that?" When Fernando heard this, he rushed over in haste and grabbed hold of the rule cultivator in an attempt to beat him.

"Master, please calm down. I can sense that your soul hasn’t conformed to the laws of heaven and earth yet. Perhaps a baptism will indeed reveal whether you can become a rule cultivator," the specter explained in a hurry, shaking with fear.

"Humph! If that’s the case, then why don’t you hurry up and baptize me?" Fernando hurled him to the ground in one hand.

The specter crawled back, and together, the three rule cultivators of the specter race invoked their Spirit Power and their unique rule cultivation method to begin baptizing the soul of Fernando.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Immediately, dark thunderclouds covered the sky, and the entire atmosphere seemed to be pressing down.