Lord Of Martial Arts

Tyrone gritted his teeth, grimly enduring the pain in his body. He used his hiding ability to fly unseen to Darren's side.

"Master, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened just now. I felt that my body and consciousness were no longer under my control," he explained, sounding upset.

"No need to explain," Darren replied. "I know what happened just now. You'd better hide yourself far away. This old man will be very difficult to deal with—he is a warrior with a grade-eight Fate Character."

Darren could tell that Tyrone had difficulty following his order just now, as he had almost spiraled into madness.

Sutton, standing in front of Darren, was also seriously injured. However, he had recovered to some extent since being treated by the healing power of the old man's shadow.

"Master, this guy is the thief who has occupied the Scorching Fire Sect," Sutton said quickly. "Please kill him!"

The old man who appeared now was only in the form of a shadow. Still, it was a formidable figure. This shadow could utilize ninety percent of the strength of the old man's real body within the timespan of half an hour.

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ng himself to lower his voice, he glared at Darren and said, "I'll give you one last chance. Let go of my disciple right now. If you don't, I'll turn you into ashes within the next five minutes!"

Darren snorted. "Five minutes? I don't think so. Your real body will come, right? And that's why you think you can kill me? Don't overrate yourself. I'll fight you and defeat you!"

At that moment, he sensed that a powerful aura approaching swiftly from the direction of the Dragon Tiger Cliff. It was the real body of the old man. But Darren was not even the slightest bit afraid.

Now that he had a grade-five Fate Character and five silver meridians, he was looking for a chance to test his strength. This old man was so powerful that it would be a pity if Darren didn't seize this opportunity to practice!

"Master, help me!" cried Sutton piteously.

His face was contorted in agony from the violent loss of both arms.

"Are you afraid now?" Tyrone taunted him. "Weren't you just saying how lowly I was? I'll give you a chance. Kneel down before me, and I'll ask my master to spare your life." Sutton knelt without hesitation.