CHAPTER 1434 ANOTHER BREAKTHROUGH

As a Bloodsucker Prince, even if he were to confront death, then he should die in a dignified way,

trading blows with a worthy adversary.

Naturally, the Bloodsucker Prince felt his pride defiled at the hands of the powerful human when he saw

he had sent a nobody of the Celestial God Realm to lay waste to him.

"Perish, you weakling!"

With the recent humiliation churning his anger, the Bloodsucker Prince roared, taking a fierce swipe at

Darren with his bloody claw.

Watching him close in on him so quickly made Darren's heart skip a beat!

The swiftness of it all shocked him enough to remain frozen in place. Before the bloody claw could

even make contact with Darren's body, he felt his internal organs eviscerate.

It all happened so fast that Darren didn't even get a chance to activate his god's power, much less

move. The next moment, the bloody claw had landed on top of Darren's head, attempting to break his

skull in half.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a black and white sword intent swooped in above Darren's head and foiled the attack,

protecting him.

Unable to register anything, Darren stood in place, baffled. He realized the gap between his and his

opponent's abilities was far too great. If Lord Starry Sword hadn't intervened, he would have been

reduced to a fountain of blood mist.

"What!?"

Surprised, the Bloodsucker Prince staggered back a few steps to steady his footing.

"Don't just stand there. Make your move!" Agitated, Lord Starry Sword scolded Darren back to his

senses.

"Right, okay! I'll give it my all!"

Preparing himself to fight, Darren used the fifth move of the supreme sword skill coupled with his

violent surging sword intent to unleash a formidable attack.

Carefully reading his movements, the Bloodsucker Prince flapped his broken wings, manifesting

himself into a bloody line and swerved away from Darren's attack, effortlessly.

"Darren, watch your back!" Observing the battle from afar, Gilmer fiddled with his hands, worried out of

his wits for Darren. The movements of the bloody line were so fast that even he was unable to keep

track of it with his eyes.

As a countermeasure for the opponent's untraceable speed, Darren surrounded himself with hundreds

of blade shadows to act as a curtain.

Bang!

Suddenly, the blade shadows collided with some obstruction and were reduced to pieces, and Darren

was sent flying from the impact.

After Darren was knocked back, the Bloodsucker Prince appeared in the spot where Darren once stood

with his blade shadows.

Heaving heavy breaths, the Bloodsucker Prince stood supporting his left shoulder, an inch long wound

carved on his skin from Darren's blades, blood dripping profusely.

"Heh, not bad. Darren is something else!" Watching Darren hold his own against the powerful

Bloodsucker Prince made Lord Feng's eyes lit up, beaming with pride. It was indeed a praiseworthy

achievement to break the defense of the Bloodsucker Prince when Darren's cultivation level was only

at the Celestial God Realm.

"How did he pull that off?" Gilmer exclaimed with surprise. Despite being at the low-level of the

Superior God level, he was unsuccessful in reading the Bloodsucker Prince's movements. And on the

other hand, Darren managed to inflict an injury on him, which was incredible.

The Bloodsucker Prince stood glaring at Darren's figure, clutching his greatest humiliation

masquerading as the cut carved by Darren on his shoulder.

Flying backward to add in some distance between himself and his foe, Darren smirked, satisfied.

In fact, what Darren was happy about was not that he had injured the Bloodsucker Prince, but that his

cultivation level was improving.

Because at that moment, the Bloodsucker Prince hated Darren to the extreme. Under the effect of the

Defiant God Character, his cultivation level kept on rising.

"Alright, then. Let's do this one more time!"

Darren made the first move and propelled himself forward, incorporating all his strength in this attack.

The powerful blade intent and sword intent, the black god's power, the dark gold god's power...

But what Darren believed to be an irrevocable strike was easily foiled by the Bloodsucker Prince before

it could even so much as graze him.

"Die, you worthless dime-a-dozen human!"

The Bloodsucker Prince's body flashed before Darren's eyes before it disappeared again. By the time

he revealed himself, he had morphed into ten phantoms circling around Darren, surrounding him.

Like moths to a flame, all ten phantoms rushed in to attack Darren all at once.

Trying to dodge their collective strike, Darren ducked away, but his opponent's speed surpassed his by

leaps and bounds. Before he could remove himself from their scope, the blood vitality caught up and

struck him.

But all was not lost. If push came to shove, Darren had the hope tucked away in his heart that Lord

Starry Sword and Lord Feng would intervene and extract him from the jaws of death.

Since there was no window for escape, Darren decided to confront them and fight back. Five Spiritual

Flying Swords sprung out and flew towards one of the phantoms at the same time.

At this moment, Darren felt a sharp sting of pain sprout from his body, paralyzing him.

Bang!

His legs were bombarded by the blood vitality, rendering him immobilized.

"Oh, no!"

Darren's eyes trembled in fear, eyeing his injured self. He was sure Lord Starry Sword would have

swooped in to protect him. However, he didn't. Fortunately, Darren didn't depend entirely on someone

else to come to his aid and tried his best to dodge, or else he would have kicked the bucket at that

attack.

However, Darren wasn't the only one on the receiving end. The Bloodsucker Prince stood at the far

end, blood dribbling down his arm. One of the five Spiritual Flying Swords managed to pierce through

his skin, wounding him.

So, Darren had inflicted another injury upon the Bloodsucker Prince.

By then, the Bloodsucker Prince had turned into a soulless husk controlled by his impulses, slowly

losing control from his rage out of his growing hatred for Darren.

Meanwhile, a steady stream of unusual power ran its course through Darren's meridians, turning into

the source for the improvement of his cultivation level.

Boom! Boom!

Just then, in the void, a newly formed waterfall dribbled down vertically. It was the incarnation of godly

energy.

"What's this?"

Gilmer's eyes fell on the spectacle, slowly widening in surprise. Wasn't this a sign of promotion?

Darren had just broken through to the Celestial God Realm! Now was his realm on the brink of another

breakthrough?

Gilmer wasn't the only one rendered speechless. Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng also watched with

their mouths agape, shocked. How could Darren manage to reach a breakthrough twice consecutively

within an hour?

"Alright! This feels so good!"

Darren roared, adrenaline rushing through his veins. As the godly energy poured into his body and

familiarized itself with it, his injured legs healed, erasing all signs of the previous wounds. Because of

the improvement of his realm, his abilities in all aspects also grew exponentially.

As a result, Darren felt his fibers surging with electrifying power.

"The sixth move of the supreme sword skill,"

Darren murmured, a voice only audible to himself. At his words, a divine sword manifested itself

between his brows.

Previously, he had only witnessed the sixth move of the supreme sword skill in action but never

executed it himself.

Overwhelmed by his quick achievement, Darren suddenly came up with a bold tactic. He wanted to

comprehend the sixth move directly without any former practice in combat.

Wielding the divine sword firmly in his hand, he let the sword between his brows merge with it.

"Is this skill at the supreme grade?"

Confused, Lord Starry Sword squinted his eyes, peering in to get a closer view. It was not until then

that he realized that Darren had been using a cultivation method of the supreme grade.

Why was he doing so?

The reason was quite simple. When Darren used the sixth move of the supreme sword skill, it triggered

a change of the highest caliber. It was a worthwhile change indeed.

Only by comprehending the first six moves of the half scroll of the supreme sword skill could he attain

basic knowledge of it. This basic knowledge provided him with unconditional access to supreme martial

arts.

Brandishing the divine sword, Darren swiftly flashed to the side of the Bloodsucker Prince, swiping at

him.

That strike might have seemed plain, but it was packed with impeccable and incomprehensible

strength.

"Fuck!"

Pushed off the edge of his sanity, the Bloodsucker Prince let out a frustrated shriek. His two remaining

bloody wings detached themselves from his body and dashed towards Darren with an intent to kill.

The Bloodsucker Prince pulling such a move meant Darren had stepped over his last nerve, and he

was now forced to resort to desperate methods.

Remaining calm, Darren closed his eyes shut to focus, manipulating the sword's movements in his

heart.

In the blink of an eye, he had traded blows with the broken wings thousands of times.

Every time they struck each other, a piece of space would bear the brunt of the intensity and collapse.

Witnessing this battle of two great strengths clashing against each other, Gilmer was left utterly

dumbfounded. What the hell was going on?

Darren was at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm, but Gilmer felt the faint aura of a supreme

god from him. He could not express what he was sensing. The feeling was beyond the limitation of

words.

"Good Darren, very good." Lord Feng watched with his eyes sparkling with gratification, like a father

proud of his son.

"Starry Sword, at this rate, it seems it won't take long before he reaches the Superior God Realm. What Belonging to .

do you plan on doing after?" Lord Feng asked, suddenly sounding serious.

Remaining nonchalant, Lord Starry Sword kept his stiff expression, but this time, he didn't brush aside

Lord Feng's words. "Whatever you plan on doing."

"Heh. It's settled then. Even if I have to raze the heaven and the earth to the ground, I'd gladly do it if it

means to protect Darren!" Lord Feng declared with a wave of his sleeve.

In their eyes, the battle between Darren and the Bloodsucker Prince had reached a stalemate. After

putting one of the broken wings out of commission, Darren retreated, having received fatal injuries of

his own.

But this battle was enough to go down in the history of the human race.

"Gilmer, I think Darren has weakened him enough. You should step in and support Darren to kill that

guy off." Lord Feng released a streak of god's power to treat Darren's wounds before turning to Gilmer.

"About time! I've been looking forward to having my warm-up with that guy."

Nodding to Lord Feng, Gilmer stepped in at Darren's side, violent god's power surging through every

fiber of his being.

Now with Gilmer at his beck and call and his wounds healed, Darren rushed to attack the already

feeble Bloodsucker Prince with renewed vigor.

The battle only lasted for an hour. The Bloodsucker Prince was left brutally dismembered by both

Darren and Gilmer. In the end, he was reduced to a fountain of blood mist as it gushed out of his

detached limbs and later absorbed by the remaining Bloodsucker Princes.

"We cannot die like this! If we are to fall in this battle, it will stain our reputation, and we will be

subjected to eternal disgrace! Joris, please call the ancestor to aid us."

Realizing the tide of the battle had shifted in their enemy's favor, the remaining three Bloodsucker

Princes were determined to use their last resort.