Lord Of Martial Arts

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The moment Darren's palm shadow made from god's power struck the young man from the Jin Clan, it exploded like fireworks. Brilliant sparks ignited and spread everywhere. However, besides the grandiose lights, it didn't seem to have any substantial effect.

In front of him, the young man stood unscathed.

The audience couldn't help but feel disappointed. After all, Darren was the first member of the Red Demon Clan to fight on the stage. How could he be so weak?

This didn't make any sense because they thought that the Red Demon Clan would send, at the very least, a warrior with a grade-nine Fate Character as their representative. They had a reputation to uphold, so it was irreconcilable that they sent a warrior with a mere grade-eight Fate Character. Either the Red Demon Clan was making fun of them, or they had gone off the deep end.

"Buddy, I think you'd better give up now before you bring disgrace to your clan,"

the young man from the Jin Clan sneered at him disdainfully. His attitude did a complete one-eighty after figuring out the extent of Darren's strength.

'You are just a loser with a grade-eight Fate Character. How dare you even think of being friends with me?' he thought with barely restrained disgust.

"The people of our Red Demon Clan will never surrender! Only through fighting will our clan decide our fate, whether it be victory or defeat!"

Darren cried out passionately. Of course, he was just pretending to be hot-headed like most of his peers. He would garner less attention this way.

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would be a breeze.

After a quarter of an hour's investigation, Darren finally deduced where the key was.

"Open!"

With a burst of his Spirit Power, Darren took control of the passage and moved the node of the natural space array without damaging it.

He descended to the bottom of the dry well, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

A misty white land with thick clouds floating low in the sky greeted him. The hazy air felt increasingly oppressive.

In the middle of the vast heaven and earth was an enormous nine-floor pagoda.

It was the ancestral temple of the Yan Clan, where the top-level talents of the Yan Clan's young generation were hard at work in their cultivation.

Darren hid his aura and enveloped the entire pagoda with his god's sense. He sensed the presence of thirteen young men at the gate of the pagoda, all in black robes and sitting cross-legged side by side with each other.

"Whoa!"

A quiet gasp escaped from Darren's lips. Each of these thirteen people had an astonishing aura, for they all had a grade-nine Fate Character and nine metal meridians or above.

"This place is more heavily guarded than the Ancestral Land of the Red Demon Clan."

These thirteen warriors were all formidable opponents, so Darren knew he couldn't act recklessly and attack them head-on.

If something went wrong, more powerful masters might come to help them. Thus, he had to kill them all quickly.

However, with Darren's current strength, there was no way he could kill all thirteen guards in one fell swoop.