Lord Of Martial Arts

"Cut the crap. Just look at what's in front of us," Darren barked, glaring at the Water Kylin.

The Water Kylin turned to look ahead and saw countless divine weapons surrounding them, and close by, stood an enormous human-shaped weapon. The cold light in his eyes sent shivers piercing through the hearts of everyone that looked upon him.

"My God! What's this creature? He looks really powerful." The Water Kylin's interest had been piqued.

"Go kill him!"

"Why do I have to do what you want? Who do you think you are? Humph," the Water Kylin said in annoyance. He raised his head and turned away defiantly.

Slap!

Darren struck him on the head and said, "We don't have time to lose. Do it now!"

The Water Kylin, surprisingly, didn't seem too bothered about being slapped. Instead, he seemed to enjoy it.

'Oh my God! What's wrong with me all of a sudden? Why am I feeling so happy to be taking a beating?" thought the Water Kylin to himself.

"Ahem. All right, I will kill that thing for you."

With the help of the Defiant Fiend Spirit, the Water Kylin's aura rose to its limit. He transformed into a bolt of blue lightning and darted to the human-shaped weapon towering over the

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Darren, we can't delay any longer. I fear for Donovan. Let's hurry. If we can pass through the seventeenth floor, then we'll find out if the broken limb is there." Yama was getting a little anxious.

"All right, let's get moving. There's only one floor left anyway."

Darren and his companions stepped into the passage and walked towards the seventeenth floor of hell.

Before long, they fell into it.

"A house?"

They were confused by what they found; there was a wooden house here, standing on its own.

It was as ordinary as any other, with an old wooden table in it and rusty hunting tools hung on the walls alongside some fur of ordinary beasts. There were furs of the wolf, tiger and leopard, hanging as prizes of sport.

There was also a long wooden stool and an old wooden bed without a quilt on it.

In another small room of this poky abode, was a clay stove, on which was a large iron pot. It was covered with mud and ashes, and some burnt animal legs hung on it as well. It was probably the owner of this house's smoked meat.

"It's so normal, just like any hunting cabin in any ordinary land."

Darren had never expected the seventeenth floor of hell to be like this.