Lord Of Martial Arts

Without hesitation, Darren melted a piece of grade-six metal, weighing about five kilograms, and condensed it into god's power that reinforced his muscles and bones.

At this moment, Darren's Fate Character was merely at the fifth grade.

If he forcefully activated the grade-six metal, the backlash would surely hurt him, undoubtedly resulting in broken meridians in the best likely case.

But that was also where his advantage lied. With his current overall strength, he would likely survive forcefully activating the grade-six metal.

Powerful warriors with grade-eight Fate Characters wouldn't even bat an eyelash at grade-six god's power, for to them, it was completely negligible. But who would dare to ignore the god's power that came from Darren's five silver meridians?

"Wait, is this guy serious? He must be desperate to win!"

Once again, Errol took the lead and moved towards Darren first. The impact of their collision shook the ground and threw both him and Darren in opposite directions.

But Errol failed to kill Darren again. And what made matters worse was that he, himself, had been severely injured.

"Go to hell!"

Darren, too, had been gravely injured, but he couldn't dodge or retreat for the time being. He had no choice but to face this attack head-on. Otherwise, he wouldn't survive.

Clang!

In a split second, the Dragon Gold Sword appeared in his hand.

Darren purposely saved his divine weapon until this moment because he wanted to catch his opponents off guard. This way, once he showed his strongest god's power, it would be like he pulled the floor from under their feet.

Whoosh!

Sword intent and god's

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embers' uncle.

"Are you out of your mind?" roared one of the senior royal members. "We all know how powerful Sloan is. So isn't it weird that you're accusing a lowly man like him? Besides, we know you were the last person seen with him before he died. Do you think we are stupid?"

Nobody believed what Errol said. All the uncles, princes, and princesses, and even the other disciples didn't trust Errol.

All the pieces of evidence they had seemed to point to Errol as the killer.

Sloan and Errol entered the underground cave together, and they had found an astonishing number of treasures.

They thought Errol ambushed Sloan because he wanted to take all the treasures they had found. Judging from their injuries, Sloan must have caught his treachery in time, which led the two of them to a fierce fight. That was how Sloan ended up dead and Errol, gravely injured.

That was the only explanation for what they were seeing.

"Uncles, please use our holy token to kill Errol, the traitor," a prince pleaded to his uncles earnestly.

"Of course. We won't let him get away with this."

When he realized that they were ignoring him, Errol's face turned deathly pale. He stepped back and shouted, "You idiots! I didn't kill Prince Sloan. It was that bastard who killed him!"

"Errol, you can't escape now. Just admit what you have done, or the whole Yan Clan would be disgraced. Not to mention, everyone would look down on you."

A disdainful look flashed in everyone's faces. 'You're such a bad liar that even a fool can tell you're lying. Why do you insist on denying it when you've been caught red-handed?' they thought with much disgust.