Lord Of Martial Arts

"Yes, leader!"

The sheer volume of the members from the Celestial Sect responding all at once was enough to shake the earth.

"Alex, the two old men that got away will come back with reinforcements. We don't have time for this. We have to go," Daxton warned in a low voice.

"Did they really get away though?" Shielding his eyes from the sun, Darren looked up. Pointing forward, he released a wisp of purple mist into the sky from his right arm.

The two old men had already run over five hundred kilometers away.

"That was super close! That brat is a lot stronger than I anticipated. I hate to say it, but I think he's reached the level of grade-nine Fate Character!"

"I agree with you. At least we had a chance to run. Otherwise, we would have died the same way our master did."

"But he destroyed our Dragon Tiger Cliff. I can't let him get away with it! When we return to the Dragon Abyss Sect, I will ask the most powerful man for help. It doesn't matter if that brat is at the level of grade-nine Fate Character. We still have to kill him."

"Are you going to ask Rhett Xia for help? Really? How will you get him to agree to it?"

"Easy. After all, I'm his father-in-law. Although my daughter is just his mistress, he dotes on her. Once she asks him to help us, he won't be able to say no."

"That's..."

Before the other ancestor could say "good" and finish the sentence, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Gasping, they activated their god's senses to see

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You're welcome. It's really no problem. You three came all the way here to make the Celestial Sect a middle-rate sect. I'm really grateful for your help. Thank you very much."

The Blood Sea Sect knew why the Celestial Sect was being promoted to a middle-rate sect. They also knew that only two people had walked out of the Dragon Bone Ruins alive. One of them was Alex and he belonged to the Celestial Sect.

The Blood Sea Sect had attached a great importance to the Celestial Sect and wanted to treat Daxton politely.

If it were any other sect, they wouldn't hesitate to blackmail them.

In the underground secret room, Darren had managed to refine all of the white metal. He looked around for more, but he didn't see any.

"There seems to be a big shortage."

Darren checked his Fate Character Tree. As usual, half of the white metal he refined turned into black substances, and the other half turned into a purple mist.

But his Fate Character Tree was still miles away from being able to upgrade to the sixth grade. He had noticed that another purple fruit had sprouted, but it was very small and immature. In order to ripen it, he would need hundreds of thousands of kilograms of white metal.

"All right. I'm done with this. I need to get more white metal. If worst comes to worst, I can rob more middle-rate sects. That should get me enough!"

Darren didn't care about being ethical. If he needed resources, he would do whatever it took to get his hands on them.