Lord Of Martial Arts

In a dark and deep space, footsteps and voices could be heard as the old guardian and the Shadow Emperor walked slowly together. Their mouths moved as they deeply engaged in a conversation.

"Carlton, what do you think of that young man?" the Shadow Emperor asked curiously as they continued to walk together.

"Master, I dare not remark him," the guardian called Carlton replied and turned around to look at Darren's direction. He opened his mouth and was about to say something but then he shut his mouth abruptly. It looked like he had something to say but decided to keep his silence.

"Actually I am merely one of the two souls my original body left many years ago. You need not call me master. You can speak out what is in your mind directly. I don't mind," the Shadow Emperor said to the guardian as he sensed the guardian have something to say. He emitted an aura of openness and kindness as he communicated with the guardian.

"Yes, sir!" The guardian bowed at him and voiced out his thoughts, "Now that you have called me out, I think you already have the same idea in your mind. After so many years, he is the only one who has come to the twelfth space. I'm even not sure if there would be anyone else who would be able to reach this space soon. The world now is different from when you were here. Unlike before, there seems to be no overpowering superior talent anymore. If we go on waiting, it will be difficult to achieve our goal."

"Okay. I see what you mean," the Shadow Emperor replied in a low voice. He understood the current situation, but he was skeptical to lower his standards for something that could ruin everything they had built. All their efforts would have been for nothing. He then said with a sigh, "But if we pass it on him and he is killed by Hea

as simply nothing he could do.

"Finley, don't do such cheap things in the future!" Finishing his sentence, Darren left without any hesitation.

Just after Darren entered the light door of the eleventh space, the figure of the Shadow Emperor appeared beside Finley.

"My lord, You warm-hearted Shadow Emperor, please let me go, please," he begged. His eyes looked tired; his voice had become hoarse from screaming too much, and his mouth was set into a deep frown.

The Shadow Emperor waved his hand and Finley immediately plumped himself on the ground. The pain vanished.

"It is damned too..."

"Well?" The Shadow Emperor glimpsed at him. Finley immediately turned defensive.

"No, no! You kindly-hearted guy. I will never do that." Finley stood up from the ground and patted the Shadow Emperor on his shoulders and continued to say, "You kindly-hearted guy, no matter what I did, I am still a superior talent. Please spare me and show me some respect.

You defeated me in a second last time we fought. Now you did it a second time. I was damned... I'm really unlucky. How can you leave the thirteenth space and come to my space to defeat me in a second again? I felt bad!"