Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren's prototype of Chief God Character drew the force of control into his elixir field.

As it meshed with his body, a hissing sound was heard.

A wisp of god's power wrapped around the force of control and turned it into nothingness.

"Yes! This is very good!"

The stunned look on Darren's face filled the purple mouse with joy. As far as he knew, Darren was completely under his control.

"Your name is Darren Chu, right?" the purple mouse asked.

"Yes." Darren nodded slightly.

"Okay, Darren. You have three years to replenish yourself. After that, you will come with me to report to the Dragon Flame Army. You have no other choice," the purple mouse commanded.

"Yes, sir."

Even though Darren wasn't truly under the purple mouse's control, he wanted him to think he was, so he acted with complete compliance.

"Great. You are free to do whatever you want over the next three years, but don't get yourself killed. Am I making myself clear?" the purple mouse said sternly.

"Yes, sir." Darren nodded.

The purple mouse ascended into the endless sky and disappeared.

It wasn't until the purple mouse had left that Guillermo and Ham dared to come forward.

"Sir, what are you doing?

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rnors are as weak as ants to me. They aren't powerful."

"Sir, you don't understand. The rule cultivators here are all junior governors, but they can team up without restrictions. For years, the Killing Array they have formed has buried many powerful senior governors. Does that still make them weak?" the three-headed bird asked.

"Team up? But that's impossible. It's against the rules of the battlefield." It only took a moment for Darren to sense that Defiant Master wasn't lying.

"Yes. It's because the prohibition of alliance only applies to martial artists. Rule cultivators are not subject to this law at all. I learned from my real body that the great chief gods need a powerful team of rule cultivators, not powerful individuals of rule cultivation. So the rule cultivators are allowed to team up with others," the three-headed bird explained.

"You are more informed than you look," Darren said with a smile.

"Of course. My real body is one of the leaders of the team," the three-headed bird said.

"Ha-ha." Darren paused and said, "If your real body is a leader, then he must be a powerful master, right? I'm very curious. Why didn't you ask your real body to kill me when I chased you?"