CHAPTER 122 IT SHOWED UP AGAIN

In an instant, Darren had been inundated by the mighty spiritual energy from between heaven and

earth. As this happened, the blade internal force and sword intent increased and began to rampage in

his body.

He was totally numb and couldn't feel his body. No pain, no sensation, no sight. All he could see was

pitch-black darkness.

'Is it what death feels like?' Darren sighed to himself.

Without the runes suppressing the sword intent, it quickly crashed into the blade internal force and

wreaked havoc on the passages through which vital energy circulated.

Suddenly--a sharp sound!

Just as Darren was reaching rock bottom in total despair, he indistinctly heard the sound.

"It's so familiar," he murmured, but was unable to open his eyes to see what it was. Then he lost

consciousness and fell into the darkness.

Beside him, Elsa grieved. Looking down at his lifeless figure, she was overwhelmed with despair.

But when she heard the sharp sound, she raised up her head and saw that in the depth of clouds, a

figure stood in black.

Rumble!

Thunder clapped throughout the sunny sky. But soon dark clouds rolled over. With a wave of his hand,

the figure in black shot a cloud of powerful black gas towards Darren.

At the sight of the black gas, Elsa burst out the sword intent and flew to it in a desperate attempt to

resist it. But she merely bounced away from it when she was about 1000 feet away.

But what happened next stilled her fears. The black gas flew into Darren's body.

She figured out that the powerful figure in the sky must be helping Darren instead of harming him.

She felt a glimmer of hope spring back in her heart, and observed quietly from some distance away.

As soon as all the mighty black gas had rushed into his body, Darren's skin turned into black scales

and shells. He had transformed into a complete fiend.

Inside his body, the pyramid-shaped demon core spun with an unprecedented speed.

Heavy demonic aura instantly filled the space, causing Elsa's eyes to widen.

...

At the same time, it attracted other super masters of the Holy Lands.

The Holy Lord in the Lightning Holy Land suddenly opened his eyes and extended his powerful spiritual

sense to the Lotus Holy Land.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Holy Land, a solemn young man turned into a dragon image shooting into

the sky.

In the Blade Holy Land, the middle-aged man who had just been murmuring sadly in front of a tomb,

became grim and serious.

...

"That's it! It appeared again!"

"There it is! It showed up again!"

The eight Holy Lords all cast their eyes at the sky.

Powerful spiritual sense from them blasted towards the figure in the depth of the dark clouds.

A sharp noise resounded throughout the sky!

The earth began to tremble as the clouds rolled like stormy waves.

The figure's silver eyes emanated eight streaks of spiritual sense which soon collided with the spiritual

sense of the eight Holy Lords.

The figure cried out sharply.

It was teetering and looked like it was about to fall. Staring into nothingness for a moment, it dashed

into the clouds and disappeared.

The mighty black gas it emitted also dispersed.

The Holy Lords' faces fell. Even with their strengths combined, they had been unable to defeat it! They exclusive content.

even didn't hurt it. How powerful it was!

At the foot of the Lotus Holy Land, Darren caught his breath with one leg kneeling on the ground. His

eyes were glowing scarlet.

The frenzied sword intent had been suppressed by streaks of powerful demonic internal force which

weakened it further. Fortunately, the demonic internal force didn't do any harm to Darren. Instead, it

distributed one streak to cure his body.

Finally, he exhaled with exhaustion and relief. Darren came to, rising up from his unconsciousness like

breaking out of the surface of deep water.

"That's it." Darren raised his head and looked into the depths of the void. He caught a glimpse of a pair

of silver eyes.

It was the fiend that had fled from the bronze coffin.

"I can help you only once,"

a message was projected to Darren's mind. It was in an obscure language, but surprisingly, Daren was

able to understand it.

After he digested the information, he looked up to the sky again, but the pair of silver eyes had

disappeared.

'What on earth was it? Why did it help me?

Is it because I had absorbed its demonic aura? Does it have relations to the giant scarlet hand in the

forbidden area?'

A string of questions popped up in Darren's mind. He sat down, thoroughly perplexed.

"Darren!"

Elsa quickly dashed over to him. There were tears streaming down her face.

"I'm fine. All is well. I made it through successfully." Darren looked at Elsa, his eyes filled with gentle

affection for her.

Suddenly, he coughed out a stream of blood. His face turned ashen.

"Your injuries are too severe." Elsa sat down at once, preparing to use her energy to heal him.

"Don't, Elsa. I have some magic pills which will be much more effective than energy healing. I need you

to feed them to me." Darren was exhausted. He let his head rest on Elsa's lap.

He concentrated his mind, conjuring a pile of various wooden cases onto the ground.

Elsa opened them, quickly picked dozens of various fragrant healing pills and fed them to Darren.

Because most of his meridians had been cured by the demonic internal force, the healing pills worked

effectively to heal his internal injuries and the pain from his skin.

After he gulped down several pills, Darren felt better right away.

"Ah? I sense streaks of threatening aura. It's likely super masters are heading here." He could sense

that several streaks of powerful aura were coming from eight directions.

Darren transformed his fiend-like body into a normal one in case that the masters would mistake him

for the fiend and kill him.

He did it just in time. Quietly, eight figures suddenly appeared in the clouds.

They scanned the space for a long while, but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

"It seems that it has fled away. It has left no trace."

"Scott, did something abnormal happen in the forbidden area in Dragon Holy Land recently?"

Other Holy Lords simultaneously shifted their eyes onto Scott.

Scott shook his head expressionlessly. "No. Nothing."

"Humph. Someone from the Medicine Pavilion also came here."

A figure robed in purple slowly landed beside the several Holy Lords.

"You came in time. I was looking for you!"

The Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land whose face had gone purple with rage grunted and rushed over.

"Mind your language when you talk to me." The purple robed man's face also turned dark.

"Who did the Medicine Pavilion give the most powerful runes to?"

That day when the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land investigated his son's death, he had found traces

of a powerful rune!

"Why should I tell you? I have heard of your son's death, but is there anything to do with me? Humph!"

the man in purple retorted disrespectfully.

"Old bastard, I will kill you today!"

The Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land roared and emitted infinitely powerful blade intent.

Below them, Darren was dozens of kilometers away. But even at that distance, he was stunned at the

mighty power of the blade intent.

'His blade intent is at least tens of thousands times stronger than my sword intent!' Darren found the

power fearsome.

Increasing his sword intent to two thousand times stronger, he was able to kill a master at the Wonder

Realm. 'The blade intent released by the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land is so powerful! I wonder

what realm he has reached!

They are all extraordinary masters. Most probably they've almost reached the Grand Realm.'

Perceiving the powerful aura emitted by them, Darren was excited. Deep in his heart, he aspired to get

stronger and stronger.

"Stop!" Feeling the powerful blade intent, the man in purple kept his composure and used a secret rune

to stop the attack. "Humph. I can't defeat you, but can you kill me? No, you can't. So if you piss me off,

I'll execute a forbidden magic rune and crush your Holy Land, so you should keep your grudge to

yourself. You can't touch me."

"Quiet!"

The Holy Lord of the Lightning Holy Land, whose body was intertwined around threads of lightning,

shouted and stepped between them. His face was hard to see clearly because of the lightning around

him.

"Mr. Wan, you needn't get involved in the investigation of the fiend. We'll handle this. You can go now."

"Humph. I just came here to see what happened. If there is something dangerous, I won't help you. You

can be sure about that! Ha-ha-ha."

As the Holy Lord of the Lightning Holy Land saw the man in purple's arrogant face, the purple lightning

twined around his body started to crack. "Mr. Wan, I persuade you to leave out of good will, but you

dare to speak in this arrogant way. Aren't you afraid of death?" he threatened.

Instantly, a murderous intent permeated the air.

The man in purple quickly took two steps back. "You're good! Each of you is really good! Once

someone says something that displeases you, you decide to kill him. Do you forget the master on the

seventh floor of the Medicine Pavilion? Humph!

Besides, Bryan, you're quite powerful, aren't you? If you really want to know what caused your son's

death, why not kill the people in Medicine Pavilion and rush to the seventh floor to put your blade on

the master's neck and interrogate him about who he gave that rune to? He is quite good at creating

magic runes that can increase strength by a thousand or even ten thousandfold. So quickly, go and

interrogate him instead! Ha-ha!"

As he finished his words, the man in purple flew away, leaving laughter in his wake. The Holy Lord of

the Blade Holy Land, Bryan's face twisted and he cut the void to vent out his anger. 'Interrogate the

mysterious man in the Medicine Pavilion?' He didn't have guts.

The eight Holy Lords scanned the space with their spiritual sense and didn't find any more hints of the

fiend. Finally, they left.

...

By the virtue of his sharp vision and hearing, Darren found out what had happened on the clouds.

'The man in purple was so arrogant that he even didn't show cursory respect to the Holy Lords, ' he

thought with a grim expression. 'I was the one who snatched pills from the Medicine Pavilion and killed

the son of the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land. If those two things are revealed, I'll probably die a

miserable death, ' he thought to himself.