Nobody knew where they came from , they carried the aura of destruction and the whole universe trembled at their might. 
 A young man bent on combating their evilness was born. He fought his way up. He was invicible , he was supreme , he had the system and he was the Lord of the martials

The martial lord

 "Here it comes !". I thought inwardly . 


 I have always known that there must be some kind of motive behind the actions of the old man . He wouldn't have taken me here to talk about the past or exchange theories of life . 


 I was not flattered at all by his bowing but I was inwardly alarmed because what will make a supreme king realm being to bow down to me must be very dangerous . 


 "There is not need for that , senior ". I hurriedly stood up and bowed too . 


' Was he trying to guilt trap me '. I rolled my eyes . The old man was rendered quite speechless when he saw me hurriedly standing up and bowing too . We formed a comical sight as we both maintained our bowing posture . 


 The old man sighed softly and straightened his posture "You fought one of the members of the fog race , right ?". 


Journey to the small world