CHAPTER 1168 THE WRATH OF THE FIEND KING

"Well, sir, I'm afraid I can't cultivate in the cave, because there's something else I need to do." It was

impossible for Darren to both hide and cultivate for several millions of years.

"What could be more important than your life?" the ascetic cultivator prodded.

"I'll be careful outside. Although it's dangerous, I can protect myself once I get stronger."

The ascetic cultivator glanced at Darren with a mix of emotions across his face.

"You're a Defiant Master, so you can't possibly make it alive outside. The Defiant Abyss will become

your final resting place, for sure. Young man, this is all the advice I can give you for now. Whether you

take it or not is completely up to you."

With that, the ascetic cultivator sat down with his legs crossed, and his body slowly began to dry up

and decay; it was as if he had been dead for tens of thousands of years.

"Defiant Master again. What the hell is a Defiant Master?" Darren murmured. Everyone he met in the

Primitive Wilderness always mentioned "Defiant Master." He couldn't grasp what this identity meant.

People were resistant to be friendly to him because of his identity as a supposed Defiant Master.

Curious, Darren tried to shake the ascetic cultivator awake, to no avail.

Darren then flew off in search for Elsa.

After flying for some time, Darren returned to the Cloud Forest Sect.

The place was putrid with miasma. Blood and decay trailed all around. The sect had become hell on

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Darren did not stay long, and immediately made his way to the sect leader's residence.

"Darren!"

As soon as Darren arrived there, a beautiful figure rushed into his arms.

"Are you okay, Elsa?" Darren cupped Elsa's face in his hands and looked at her with deep concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. When the monsters appeared, I found a place to hide. All I could think about was finding

you, but when I couldn't find you, I really freaked out." Tears rushed down Elsa's face as she embraced

Darren harder.

"It's okay. It wasn't that much trouble for me," Darren said as he patted Elsa's back.

"By the way, where is the sect leader?" Darren asked.

"I sensed that a powerful man wearing a bamboo hat took him away by force. Aside from that, I heard

the sect leader call him 'guard', and he said that the guard came from the Ancestral Land," Elsa replied.

Upon hearing that, Darren grimaced.

Those from the Ancestral Land seemed to have an idea of what had happened here. It meant that

when the Cloud Forest Sect was being massacred, they didn't even lend a hand. Why did they wait

until all the disciples of the sect were slaughtered before coming here, and why did they take the sect

leader away?

"Darren, I heard that the guard took the sect leader to the Ancestral Land to receive punishment," Elsa

added.

"What?"

Darren's cheeks puffed up with anger as he gritted his teeth.

Instead of showing any liking for the Ancestral Land, he now began to hate it.

When Finley was nearly killed by a spectral beast, Scott was able to slay it just in time, but the people

of the Ancestral Land immediately declared to punish Scott for his deed. Since then, Darren looked at

the Ancestral Land in a bad light.

Now, not only did they sit back and just watch the human disciples being slaughtered and swallowed

up, they also took the sect leader with them to blame. This Ancestral Land turned out to be traitors of

the human race. They were simply acting as an accomplice of the other races!

"They've crossed the line!" Darren gave a terrifying roar of rage.

"Please don't go to the Ancestral Land out of blind rage. They're much too powerful." Elsa was worried

that Darren would act on impulse like he always did.

"Don't worry, Elsa. I'm not that stupid. Right now, I'm just some nobody to them. But I swear on my life

that one day, I'll grow superior to them, and crash right into the Ancestral Land. I'll make the senior

leaders pay for their crimes!" Pure anger was written all over Darren's face. His eyes darkened with

blood lust.

Darren's harsh words were heard by a number of survivors around the area.

Some of them sighed; some shook their heads, and some were even reminded of their younger selves.

They also said the same thing when they first arrived at the Primitive Wilderness.

But what would happen now? Their uncertainty put them at a loss for words.

"I hope you will not cry from defeat then," whispered an ominous voice from the top floor of the divine

palace in the Ancestral Land.

Darren and Elsa took a short rest and began to look for a place to hide.

They were now too far away from the Starry Sword Region. With Darren's current strength, it was

impossible for him to travel so far. He couldn't possibly fight with any powerful enemies in his current

state.

They then decided it was first priority for them to find a place to hide and cultivate for the time being.

After thinking for a while, Darren suddenly found a place. It was where the ascetic cultivator was.

Darren then flew back to the mountain with Elsa.

However, to his surprise, the mountain which had been destroyed before was now intact.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir." Darren stood on the top of the mountain and bowed down to the ground. He

then used his god's power to make an opening into the cave inside the mountain, and descended with

Elsa.

The two began their cultivation.

Nine thousand kilometers away from where Darren was, stood a skull-shaped mountain.

The air was thick with fog, and black birds circled around all over. At the base of the mountain were

dead trees as black as charcoal. The area screamed of desolation as darkness spread throughout the

area.

This place was the territory of the Fiend King Archer.

Inside the dark mountain lay a large stone hall. Countless powerful fiend generals were meeting in the

hall.

Bang!

A human-looking fiend thundered down and took his seat at a skeleton-shaped chair. He made a

sudden clap of rage in the hall, and shattered the body of one of the fiend generals.

"Damn it! Why won't you go with Sheila?

He's a Defiant Master. A Defiant Master! How could you have let him run away?" the fiend roared.

"Your Majesty, we didn't know that she would come across a Defiant Master. We thought she was just

going to kill a few humans," one of the generals said, trembling. All the other generals knelt down

shakily, in fear for their lives.

Whoosh!

In reply, Fiend King Archer cracked down on the general's head and took a ravaged bite at his body. He

gnashed his teeth down angrily at the body, as blood trickled down his mouth.

"How dare you make excuses!"

Fiend King Archer opened his bloody mouth and roared.

All of the other generals scrambled and whimpered frantically.

"Look for him immediately! Leave no stone unturned in the territories of the human race and find him

this instant!" the fiend king bellowed.

"Of course, Your Majesty!"

The generals all scampered out and dared not stay for a minute longer.

"Sheila, come here."

From the darkness, a perfect figure emerged. It was Sheila.

She began to tremble as she slowly paced forward.

The call from her father brought a shiver down her spine.

She knelt down nervously in front of her father.

"Father, it's all my fault. I deserve nothing but death. Please give me another chance. I will do my very

best to capture the Defiant Master."

"Humph!" The fiend king snorted. He reached out his hand and grabbed her by the neck. "You know

how important a Defiant Master is to me. Don't you think I should just kill you for your stupidity?"

he spat coldly. It was far from the way a father ought to treat his own daughter.

This was the fiend race, after all. They had no affection, even for their own kin. The only thing

connecting a father to their child among the fiends was their inherited bloodline.

"Father, please spare my life," whimpered Sheila, as tears began to well up in her eyes.