Lord Of Martial Arts

The refining tripod was what decided which level of God Character could be embedded.

"Hey! That's mine!"

Whoosh!

Three masters leapt into the sky and reached for the tripod.

"Get out of my way! I'm going to take it!" a prince shouted.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Sloan and Terry joined them, fighting over the tripod in midair.

If the tripod was as powerful as they thought it was, its value would be immeasurable.

"Stop it!" Sloan released his god's power to suppress the people who had reached the tripod first.

"Ah!" They were stopped in midair, unable to move forward. They were not weak, but they resigned when they saw Prince Sloan.

The only one who continued was Terry. After all, he wasn't afraid of Sloan.

"Sloan, are we going to fight over the tripod?"

"The best items belong to the strongest," Sloan said in a cold voice.

"I agree. Let's fight. I would love to show you who the strongest is!"

Boom! Boom!

Not holding back, Terry attacked Sloan with a burst of his god's power.

"So it's true! I heard that you've improved and refined five metal meridians. Ha! It's not enough. Let me show you what a truly powerful master is capable of!"

"Sloan, you are so full of yourself."

Bang!

The second that their god's power collided, Sloan was sent flying through the air. Terry smiled from where he was still standing.

"You have six metal meridians!"

Sloan exclaimed, standing quickly and looking at Terry with wide eyes. He never thought that Terry was capa

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at the hell is going on?"

Terry stared at Darren with shock.

'How did he survive my attack? It makes no sense. He's a low disciple from a bottom-rate sect. How could he resist my palm attack?'

"Prince Terry, we've done nothing to you. Why are you trying to kill us?" Kenneth demanded, narrowing his eyes.

"Are you saying that I need a reason if I want to kill someone?" Terry spat, standing tall in front of Kenneth. "This time, you're lucky. I can spare your lives if you agree to pledge your allegiance to me. Are you willing to do that?"

"Ha! In your dreams!"

Darren replied as he got to his feet and walked over.

"Fine! It's time for you to die!"

Whoosh!

In response, Darren lifted his sword above his head and swung it downwards with all of his might.

Snow-white sword intent swept across the sky and headed for Terry at lightning speed.

"Parlor trick..."

Terry flicked his finger, trying to create a defense against the sword intent.

But before he could finish his words, his wrist was sliced and his hand slid off.

Terry froze, as if he didn't quite understand what had just happened.

The snow-white sword intent had penetrated his god's power defense as if it hadn't existed at all! It was impossible!

'Is this guy from the Yan Clan?'

"Damn it! When I take over the throne, I will exterminate the whole Yan Clan!" Terry roared.

"Are you still dreaming?"

Smirking, Darren unsheathed his Dragon Gold Sword. It was time for him to exert his full strength.