Lord Of Martial Arts

The aura of the Holy Will only lasted for a few minutes before it began to disappear.

The runes on the dwarf started to dissipate and slowly collapsed.

"It seems that these guys have brought harm to the dwarf by halting his way into the Holy Realm." The short old man's cold eyes swept toward the other four sect leaders.

"Great! That's great!" Hobson chuckled to himself, feeling delighted.

It was indeed a good news for Darren and himself that Jordan couldn't get into the Holy Realm. They wouldn't have to be afraid.

The short old man shook his head. "It all depends on his good luck whether he can get into the Holy Realm or not," the old man added.

When Darren heard those words, he frowned and looked at the old man. "Sir, whether he can get into the Holy Realm or not, why should it matter?"

The short old man turned around only to cast his cold gaze at Darren. "Of course it matters. He can take part in the examination of the bronze palace if he gets into the Holy Realm. And if he succeeds in the examination, he will become the next lord of the Mythological Palace. Then I can finally leave."

Hobson froze for a moment after he heard the old man's words. "Sir, I don't understand. Whoever sits on the throne of the Mythological Palace ends up gaining more power. Why do you want to give it to someone else, let alone this little dwarf?"

The old man sharply turned his face toward Hobson. "What exactly do you know about this place? What's the fun of staying here and dealing with the corpses all day long? I broke into the bronze palace when I had entered the Holy Realm. My curiosity drove me to be the lord. Over a hundred thousand years have passed, but I haven't got an

. The first leader of the bronze palace had set the rules, and the old man was helpless.

"Please, don't let them go!" Hobson anxiously stared at the old man for a long time. He licked his lips and clenched his jaw. He couldn't give up now! "If you can't kill them, just ask Orval to help you kill them!"

"Orval follows my orders, and that's true. He can punish any outsider, but I will also be punished if he kills anyone." Hobson's face turned pale when he heard the old man's stern and bitter words.

"Ha-ha-ha."

The four people on the other side were relieved that the old man wouldn't kill them. Thinking like this, they decided to act boldly and started mocking Hobson.

"You brat! You dared to urge the lord to kill us. We will surely make you pay for what you have done to us. Just you wait!" The master of the Crimson Sea Sect gave a loud roar with a murderous look on his face.

"Well, I..." Hobson didn't want to face those four people again. His restless eyes continued to go everywhere except the four of them. This was when he heard the laughter again. Hobson winced and retreated back to stand beside Darren.