Lord Of Martial Arts

Dethy had become a slave of two chief gods?

"How can it be possible? Can chief gods really share the same slave?" Darren asked in disbelief.

"I don't know either. But that's what my master said. You'd better pray that you won't die in Dethy's hands. Ha-ha!" It seemed that the Water Kylin was gloating.

"It sounds like a difficult task. If Dethy is a believer and a corpse slave of two chief gods, he may have gained a lot of power already." Darren couldn't help but frown slightly. Dethy was definitely not as easy to deal with as he had thought.

"Since you think that it's arduous to deal with him, you'd better not provoke him for the time being. Anyway, you are doing Naylor a favor. You don't have to risk your life," Fernando suggested.

"Okay. Let's go!" Darren said.

"Hey! Are you that eager to meet your doom?" said the Water Kylin jokingly.

"Idiot! Of course, I will take Fernando's suggestion. I won't help him. Instead, I will run away," Darren replied matter-of-factly.

"Damn it!"

What Darren said made the Water Kylin's hair explode. He jumped up and exclaimed, "You are trying to deceive my master. If you dare to run away, I won't mind teaching you a lesson!"

"Save it, idiot!" Darren r

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our ancestor."

When Gander released his spiritual sense, he also found Darren and his companions. They were tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Gander and Terrence flew over simultaneously.

The Water Kylin immediately sensed the presence of Gander and Terrence. "Some fiends are coming.

Darren, it seems that Dethy won't really let you go," he sneered. The truth was, he was eager to see Dethy and Darren fight with each other. If Darren was fortunate enough and killed Dethy, he could complete the task assigned to him by his master. But if Dethy killed Darren, it would also be favorable to him. Darren was getting more and more presumptuous and always made him angry. The most annoying thing was every time Darren hit his head, he could not vent his anger. So he would be delighted if Darren got killed.

"How dare these fiends block our way!" Darren shouted coldly, glaring at Gander and Terrence not far away.

"You! Stay here and let our ancestor kill you. Otherwise, we will beat you half to death and send you to him, so he can kill you by himself. Which way do you want?" Gander shouted, crossing his arms over his chest. A malicious fiendish aura then spread throughout the void.