CHAPTER 1313 ONE BILLION KILLING POINTS

Only then did Lindsay realize that she had exposed the three of them to be carrying divine patterns.

The act of killing was not prohibited in the city, but people still had to follow the basic rule of the Tussle

Region, which stated that no one was allowed to kill anyone who was two levels below him.

Everyone in the hall quickly shifted their attention.

These people were actually not here to trade for the divine patterns. They were killers who were waiting

for someone to come here and trade his divine patterns. Then, they were going to take that opportunity

to obtain them.

"Hey, you. If you want to live, hand over your divine patterns and be quick about it."

A man with disheveled hair suddenly walked towards Darren, carrying a saber in his hand.

"Oh, you're threatening me?" Darren faced the man and said with a smirk on his face, "Just walk away,

man. I'm afraid you can't handle me."

Just by looking at the man, Darren speculated that he must be at the upper-level of the Star God

Realm.

The man raised his brows after hearing what Darren said. He was instantly irritated and a strong killing

intent oozed from his eyes.

"What did you just say? You arrogant idiot are just at the low-level of the Star God Realm. How dare

you belittle me? Look at the blood marks on my saber. Each mark represents the life of the warrior at

the top level of the Star God Realm that I claimed. Help yourself and count it," the man said in a proud

and mocking tone.

Darren looked at the saber and found eight blood marks on it, but it didn't really concern him.

"So what? Am I supposed to get scared? I told you, you're not a match for me," Darren said calmly as

he looked straight into the killer's eyes.

"Don't mess with me! I'll send you to hell!" The man was infuriated and instantly raised his saber in an

attempt to cut Darren down.

However, Darren did not even dodge. He only bent his finger and flicked it towards the killer.

The next moment, the man stopped in front of Darren as if he was paralyzed. He was still holding his

saber above his head.

Boom!

Shortly after, he lost his balance and fell backward. As he lay on the ground, everyone saw that there

was a little scar on his chest. If one would examine his body using the god's sense, he would find out

that the killer's heart was already smashed to pieces.

As the people inside the hall saw this scene, they quickly possessed a horrified expression on their

faces.

With just a flick of his finger, this young man effortlessly killed someone who was at the upper-level of

the Star God Realm. Moreover, he was just at the low-level of the same realm. This was something

inconceivable.

"Good job!"

Suddenly, a young woman came out of the inner hall.

"Well done, sir!" The woman wore a bright smile as she continued to approach Darren. She was

actually pretty and had a delicate figure.

However, her beauty was nowhere near compared to Lindsay's.

"What is it? You want to fight me too?" Darren asked in a cold voice.

"Oh, no sir. Please don't misunderstand. Our Zhou's Divine Pattern Firm would never make trouble with

our customers," the woman quickly answered.

"Really? Then how will you explain what all these people are doing here?" Darren gazed across the

hall and glared at all the killers who were disguising themselves.

"Sir, you know the rules of the city. Everyone is free to kill as long as they abide by the rule. Anyway, I owns this.

just want to inform you that we can trade for the killing points if you have the divine patterns. If you

want to proceed with the transaction, let me accompany you. After all, I don't think these killers will

bother you anymore," the woman explained.

"Hey, Darren. We're not sure that this woman is not one of them. She might just lure you inside and

then try to rob the divine patterns," Lindsay approached him and whispered to his ears.

"Don't worry. If that happens, I'll still be fine," Darren said with confidence.

"You're being too careless!" Finley butted in.

"Why are you two so worried? Have you forgotten the rules of the Tussle Region? Killing is not allowed

between warriors whose cultivation is two levels apart. I should be fine."

"But you're a Defiant Master. You're not under the protection of those rules," Finley reminded him.

"You fool. Did you also forget that I have Lindsay's bead that can hide my aura? There's no way for

them to learn that I am a Defiant Master. I just displayed a strength that is enough to kill even the

warriors at the top level of the Star God Realm. Who would dare to attack me?" This was actually the

main reason why Darren was confident in proceeding with the trade. If ever something bad happened,

he was still sure that he could take care of the situation.

"Well yeah, you're right. With your current strength, even the warriors at the low-level of the Celestial

God Realm would have a hard time dealing with you," Finley finally agreed.

"So, just stay here and wait for me. I'll finish my business with them as soon as possible," Darren

instructed.

"All right. All right. Go ahead." Finley and Lindsay nodded and stayed behind.

With that, Darren signaled the woman and prepared to enter the inner hall with her. However, just as

before they went inside the inner hall, Darren suddenly released a tremendous sword intent that

instantly vanquished all of the remaining killers in the hall. He would leave Finley and Lindsay behind,

so he wanted to make sure that they wouldn't be in any danger.

"I didn't imagine you to be a cruel guy," the woman leading the way said, taken aback by Darren's

actions.

"It's none of your business. Just do your job," Darren answered with a flash of cold expression in his

eyes.

The woman fell silent and didn't utter another word. Instead, she led Darren to the inner hall and

politely assisted him.

As they entered, an old man instantly greeted Darren.

"Sir, what kind of divine pattern are you going to trade? And how many do you have?" the old man

inquired.

Darren took out the divine patterns and said straightforwardly, "This is all that I have. Give me a price

and let's settle this quickly."

The old man's eyes lit up at the sight of the huge pile of divine patterns. He thought that the young man

at the Star God Realm would only take out dozens of level-four or level-five divine patterns at most. But

unexpectedly, he brought out more than nine hundred divine patterns of different levels, including level-

six and level-seven ones.

"Please wait for a moment. I'll need to count them first."

"Fine. Just do it quickly." Darren sat down and waited patiently.

About fifteen minutes later, the old man finished his business and was ready to give the offer.

"According to the current market price, all of the divine patterns you presented are worth a total of nine

hundred and thirty million killing points. Do you want to exchange for the killing stones or the killing

crystal cards?" the old man asked in a casual manner.

"Wait. What?" Darren frowned upon hearing the unexpected offer. "Are you kidding me? My divine

patterns should be at least worth a billion killing points! How come you're only going to give me nine

hundred and thirty million?" he asked frantically.

"Sir, I'm afraid you can't decide the price. I've worked in Zhou's Divine Pattern Firm for over a million

years. I've upheld my reputation and never miscalculated the price during my stay here. Moreover,

even you must know that our price is always a little higher than the other two huge firms. If you're not

satisfied with my offer, this transaction can still be canceled. We will not obligate you to push through

with the trade," the old man explained very calmly.

"No! You can take them all. Just give me one billion points!" Darren insisted.

"I can't do that, sir. I'm just abiding by the rule and I can't change it just for anyone," the old man

refused firmly.

Darren was currently faced with a dilemma. He needed one billion points in order to get out of the

Tussle Region. But after assessing the divine patterns he possessed, he was still short of seventy

million points. Now, where was he going to acquire the points that he was lacking?

Judging from the old man's demeanor, he didn't seem to be someone that would deceive his

customers, so Darren couldn't really accuse him of anything.

"Sir, what do you want to do?" the old man asked Darren again.

"I want you to give me one billion points," Darren said seriously, even though he knew that he was

being unreasonable.

"Ha-ha. Sir, Even if I want to do it, I'm afraid I still can't." The old man laughed a little as he shook his

head. "If you want to take a rest, you may come to the tea room. If you have no other business, you

may go."

Then, the old man resumed his work and ignored Darren.

"Mr. Yang, Give him the points that he wants!"

At this time, a young man suddenly entered the room.

"Master Field." The old man bowed to the young man and said, "I'm afraid I can't do that. If he doesn't

have enough divine patterns, I won't be able to give him the killing points he wanted."

"You!" The young man exclaimed as if he had lost his temper. But then he suddenly shook his head

and burst out laughing. "No wonder you were able to work for my family after all those countless years.

No one can make you change the price except my father. How about this? You give him the nine

hundred and thirty million points, and then get the remaining seventy million from my own stock," the

young man proposed.

"What? Are you sure?" Mr. Yang asked reluctantly.

"Did I not make myself clear? Am I unable to use my own points however I want? Hurry up and go get

those points!" the young man ordered sternly.

"Right away, Master Field." Mr. Yang hurriedly left his post and went to get the points that were

demanded from him.

Witnessing this, Darren breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly bowed to Field Zhou and said, "Thank you

very much, sir."

"Well, don't thank me yet. Of course, I won't be giving it to you for free. I need you to help me with

something. That will be your payment for the seventy million points you owe me," the young man

replied with a faint smile.