Lord Of Martial Arts

The black body of the creature formed by Sheffield's broken limb shuddered violently. The gap between his evil power and the evil power his real body could activate was clear. The evil power and the fiend power could cancel each other out, but more importantly, the fiend power was capable of subduing the evil power!

This was why Naylor of the fiend race was Supreme God Sheffield's greatest enemy.

Naylor had not even reached his peak yet, when Sheffield was still alive. Even so, the latter feared him. Naylor did not dare take Supreme God Sheffield on either. Thus, there had never actually been a battle between the two of them, and who was more powerful remained a mystery.

"I find it quite ironic that you betrayed the so-called 'righteous' human race by surrendering to Naylor. It seems today I will be the one to rid your race of a traitor when I destroy you!" Sheffield's broken limb snarled viciously.

"There are things you cannot understand. I will give you one more chance. Promise not to be an enemy to the humans, and you may obtain the Supreme God Character. If you refuse, you will die!"

"Not be an enemy of humans? In your dreams!" roared Sheffield's broken limb resentfully.

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He was playing along with Sheffield's broken limb's suspicions of him that he'd developed when Darren first activated the Nine-star Fiend Power.

"Shame on you!"

"You have no right to say such things to me. You're just Supreme God Sheffield's broken arm. In essence, you're human too, but you never admit it. Do you then still feel you have the right to call me shameless? Absolutely ridiculous," Darren sneered.

"I've lost. I've completely and utterly lost," Sheffield's broken limb said soft and helplessly, his evil energy seeming to fade out of him along with his sighing.

He was absolutely defeated. He wanted Darren to lose something before he died. He wanted him to suffer and feel at least some pain. But as it turned out he didn't care about Donovan at all. He had nothing on Darren now.

"How about this? Hand the child over to me and I'll take him to Naylor and see if he has any use for him. He is, after all, the descendant of Supreme God Braxton," Darren suggested after a pause.

"Give him to Naylor? There's no way that's happening!"

"I see your life means nothing to you. You do not seem to want a second chance, or any hope at redemption," Darren replied imperiously.