Lord Of Martial Arts

As his last breath left his body, Warren still looked shocked.

"Assimilate."

Warren's body disintegrated and reformed into the nourishment for Darren's Fate Character Tree.

Once it was done absorbing the food, Darren checked the tree. He had killed many masters with grade-nine Fate Characters recently, and the ninth fruit had appeared.

Sighing slightly, Darren murmured to himself, "It's going to be harder to get one hundred and eight metal meridians than I thought."

The more that Darren improved, the slower that the fruit ripened. It was even more of a tedious task to get one hundred and eight fruits to form and grow on the Fate Character Tree.

But Darren wasn't shocked beyond belief over it. He understood that he need to devour warriors with a high realm if he wanted the growth of the fruit to become faster.

If Darren could get his hands on a warrior with eighteen metal meridians, there was a chance that two fruits would ripen at the same time.

"Warren is dead. Why are the two of you still here?"

Darren asked in a loud, cold voice, turning his head to look at the sky.

There were two figures hiding in the deep sky. When they saw Darren looking at them, they froze out of fear.

A bright light shone as Darren transformed into a ray of divine light and flew towards them.

His god's power filled the whole area. As he move

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st give me ten years!" Powell said hurriedly.

"Ten years? No way! You have ten days. Otherwise, the deal is off," Darren refused.

"Ten days!"

If Powell thought the demand was crazy before, he was flabbergasted now. In thousands of years, he had only managed to collect forty million kilograms of white metal for himself.

"I'll offer you some advice. The other kings have lots of white metal. You can get your hands on all of that, but it might still not be enough. In addition, you can send people to purchase the white metal all over the country with a large sum of money. That shouldn't be so hard, right?" Darren explained.

"But I don't think the other kings will give the white metal to me."

"Then figure out another way. If you want to be my follower, you have to show me you deserve it," Darren replied.

"Okay! I will!" Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into Powell's mind. "If you give me ten more days, I can bring you five hundred million kilograms of white metal!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

"Remind me again why I should trust you. What if you report this conversation to the man in the palace and he sends someone to kill me?" Darren added.

"Well... Please trust me, sir." Powell didn't know how to prove his determination.

"I have an idea. Have you heard of the master and slave bond?" Darren began, raising his eyebrows.