Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 1086 The Shura In Peril

With the help of the Augmented Attack Rule, Darren gathered all the power in his body andlaunched an all-out attack.

Darren then gripped the Dark Immortal Master's Immortal Character with an enormous blood redpalm.

He let out a thunderous roar.

His fiendish aura burst as all his power gathered over his palm in a frenzy.

Shocked at the power of his attack, the Dark Immortal Master immediately retaliated by launchingtens of thousands of palms to strike Darren.

They exploded with power as they crashed into Darren one by one.

The blood-red scales in the front part of Darren's fiend body had been shattered from the attack,but he silently stood his ground.

The sizzle and crack of electricity quickly followed.

Numerous electric sparks flashed by as the Immortal Character was separated from the DarkImmortal Master's body.

Darren ripped the Immortal Character from the Dark Immortal Master's body and tore it to shredsbefore throwing it into the sky.

He let out a malicious cackle as the pieces flew into the air.

The Dark Immortal Master's body shook violently as he began to cough up blood. He was gravelyinjured by Darren's brutal attack.

"Go to hell!"

Darren lifted his hand and cracked down on the head of the Dark Immortal Master with a satisfyingcrunch. Without the Immortal Character, the Dark Immortal Master was powerless against Darren.His head exploded easily, as if Darren had merely hit a watermelon.

As the Dark Immortal Master's body slumped to the ground, the broken void began to clear up; thebroken pieces disappearing.

Darren came out victorious in the mock battle.

Darren reverted back to his human body and swiftly descended to the ground.

"What a weakling. How dare he call himself an immortal?”

Darren spat icily, his robe fluttering in the wind.

"That body is just one out of millions of avatars of the Dark Immortal Master. Naturally, it cannottruly mimic his full strength,” the guardian explained.

Hearing this, Darren realized the so-called Dark Immortal Master he had just faced was simply anavatar suppressed by the laws.

Just like Darren's master, his avatar in the Lothlann Continent had also been suppressed and hecouldn't come out at will

"Congratulations! You have successfully killed the Dark Immortal Master. Next, you will face thedestroyer from the Middle Age," the guardian reminded

"Say, what kind of person is this destroyer from the Middle Age?" Darren asked.

"Divine Corpse."

"A what?"

"It is a corpse that descended from the outer space with no self-consciousness, and just sohappened to obtain the lease of life thus becoming a living creature. Hence, it is called a DivineCorpse,”

"What's the difference between him and the Dark Immortal Master in terms of strength?" Darrenasked curiously.

"Basically, he's even stronger. Are you ready?" the guardian asked plainly.

"I guess I'll give it a shot.” Darren nodded, cracking a few bones as he spoke.

"Right, then. Please choose the skill you wish to use.”

"I'll use the Nine Changes of the Demon.” Darren had no other powerful skills to use for now."Denied. You may only use one skill per destroyer. This skill has already been used,” replied theguardian curtly.

Darren rolled his eyes with a helpless expression on his face. He then sighed in frustration.

"I have no other powerful skills," he whined.

"Yes, you do," said the guardian, in a monotonous tone.

"Which one?" Even Darren didn't know what powerful skills he had left.

"You possess an extremely powerful martial skill. If you master it to its peak level, it will be evenbetter than the Nine Changes of the Demon," the guardian explained.

Darren thought about the guardian's words for a moment. He couldn't recall any other kind ofmartial skill that was more powerful than the Nine Changes of the Demon, save for the skill of VoidPenetration.

"You must be mistaken. I don't think I have anything like that.” Darren shook his head.

"It's inside your Space Ring. It's called Body Weaponizing.” The guardian pointed it out matter-of-factly.

Darren was stunned upon hearing the name.

He had gotten a book about how to turn a body into a weapon a long time ago. The book hadbelonged to the Ji Clan, one of the three Ancient Families of the Holy Land

Darren's eyes swept over the Space Ring, and he realized he did replace the martial skill of BodyWeaponizing right in the corner. Even though it belonged to the Ji Clan, he obtained it from Scott.Darren had never read or mastered it before.

He had only witnessed the use of the skill several times in the past. It was truly a powerful skill, buthe didn't think the guardian would say it was comparable to that of the Nine Changes of theDemon.

Darren did not hesitate and quickly began to read it.

He mulled over a few pages and found it to be quite an ordinary skill. To his surprise, the more heread, the more excited he began to feel at the skill.

"It's quite an extraordinary martial skill!"

Darren couldn't help but shout in awe after he finished reading up on the skill.

"Then I will use the Body Weaponizing skill!" Darren exclaimed.

"You have made a decision. Now, after you finish cultivating, you can instruct me to start the battlewith the Divine Corpse,” the guardian said.

"Yes, please help me speed the time up.”

The guardian then activated a time acceleration at a million times speed. Darren was eager to startpracticing the skill.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Virtual Battle Space, trouble was brewing.

The four black iron coffins began to shake violently. Four powerful indistinct shadows appeared andfloated in air, all staring at the old man with devilish eyes.

The old man nearly passed out from the fright of what he saw upon waking up.

"Ah! Oh my god! Bad! This is bad!"

The old man thought they were ghosts, and stumbled back into the distance.

Bang!

A loud rumble sounded as a scarlet figure suddenly descended.

He gazed at the four black iron coffins in front of him with icy eyes. He stood menacingly in front ofthem, motionless.

The four shadows began to emit an aura fluctuation of souls, and each of them emitted the kind ofaura that would commonly force people to their knees in fright.

"My bloodline.”

When the shadow that had condensed above the first black iron coffin saw the figure of Shura, hisbody trembled.

This iron coffin contained the ancestor of the Shura, the destroyer of the Remote Age!

The Shura was awakened by this same cold voice. He wasn't exactly elated to see his blood lineageancestor. After all, he wasn't a human being and thus felt no family affection.

He suddenly involuntarily fell to his knees with a loud thud.

A cloud of yellow sand rose around him.

"My great ancestor.”

Albeit reluctantly, the Shura dipped his head in a bow.

"This must be destiny!" bellowed the Shura ancestor.

He was overjoyed at his descendant's arrival.

"Gather, my bloodline,"

summoned the Shura ancestor. Remnants of his consciousness had been suppressed for countlessyears. Now that he had accidentally recovered his God Character, he might have a chance of comingback to life.

The feat was nearly impossible, unless he could replace a way to make his withered blood fully recover.In the ancestor's mind, all of his descendants should have already been slaughtered thus blockinghis withered blood's recovery.

It seemed that destiny had smiled upon him as his first sight upon waking up was a descendant ofhis bloodline. It was exactly what he needed.

Once he swallowed up the descendant of his bloodline, he would be released from the control ofthe black iron coffin and come back to life!

"Yes, my great ancestor."

The veins on the Shura's body bulged, clearly visible to all. His heart began to beat loudly in hischest.

Upon hearing the ancestor's call, a terrifying fear bubbled up within the Shura's heart. He wasimmensely strong and usually had no fear of death. However, now that he was faced with hisancestor, his emotions went into a silent frenzy.

The Shura slowly arose, trembling with every step.

"Come, my child," the ancestor beckoned.

In the ancestor's eyes, he had already imagined himself coming back to life.

The Shura walked up to the black iron coffin, and the shadow of the ancestor extended a dark clawand covered the Shura's head.

Just as the ancestor's hand was about to touch him, the Shura suddenly raised his head, his eyesburning with rage.

The Shura let out a bellowing roar.

His pure rage spread like a shockwave throughout the space.