CHAPTER 222 REPLAY THE SCENES

"Hump! You are as weak as an ant! Do you think you can win in a fight against me?" Although the

blade cultivator sensed Darren's incredible strength, he still taunted him.

Darren's avatars confronted the cold blade intent formed by the Omnipotent Talent Skill. The shock of

the impact caused the underground palace to tremble, and the black pungent lake water to surge as

though it was the end of the world.

"What?" The blade cultivator was shocked by the result. The attack by Darren's avatars had weakened

his Omnipotent Talent Skill by more than half.

"How powerful is his body? This guy is extraordinary!"

In the brief moment that the blade cultivator lamented over his opponent's strength, a figure shot

toward him. Intense blade intent and sword intent enveloped the blade cultivator.

Surprised, the blade cultivator swung his blade wildly and released his blade intent. What astonished

him was that even though his blade cultivation had reached the high level of preliminary blade intent,

he had merely balanced his opponent's integrated power of the blade intent and the sword intent.

Anxiety coursed through the blade cultivator. 'Considering his current strength, this guy is just a little bit

weaker than I am. If he has any other powerful skills, he will defeat me!

It is remarkable, though. I can sense that this guy is at the top level of the ninth stage of the Mysterious

Realm. And yet, he has such excellent fighting strength. It is incredible and shocking!' the blade

cultivator surmised.

At that moment, Darren appeared to be at ease, but his body was in terrible pain. He had been injured

by the blade cultivator's powerful blade intent. However, he had no other choice but to fight back. At his

current cultivation strength, it was difficult for him to kill a cultivator at the middle stage of the Wonder

Realm. Even if he could win the battle after a long hard fight, Darren would not have any effective way

to kill his opponent if his opponent decided to flee.

'I have to kill him quickly. Other stronger cultivators may have noticed the strong force that was caused

by the fight a moment ago. If they come to the blade cultivator's aid, I will be doomed, ' Darren thought.

Although he was fighting with the blade cultivator, Darren contemplated his options.

'Well, how about my spiritual attack?' The idea occurred to Darren. Although he did not learn any real

skills of spiritual attacking, his Spirit Power had reached the eighteenth level. He could gain an

advantage in this fight if he leveraged his Spirit Power.

Without further hesitation, Darren used his spiritual sense to release a powerful Spirit Power attack and

aimed it at the blade cultivator.

A Spirit Power attack was different from a mind attack as the former was aimed at a person's soul.

'What? What is that? Is this guy a rule cultivator as well?' The blade cultivator felt a sharp pain in his

head, which lasted only a split second.

Darren had not learned a real Spirit Power attack skill, so he could only release a little Spirit Power.

The damage from his attack was thus, limited as well. Nevertheless, Darren only needed this short

moment to find his opponent's fighting weakness.

Darren waved his sword and released its maximum sword power. The sword pierced the blade

cultivator in the gut while his blade cut into the cultivator's back.

"Ah!" The blade cultivator screamed as pain coursed through him. Then he turned and swung his blade

in Darren's direction, like a wild animal. This move by the blade cultivator was much stronger than

usual.

Darren stepped back abruptly. To defend against the blade cultivator's attack, he controlled one of his

two remaining avatars to step in front of him.

Bang!

The attack destroyed one of Darren's avatars. Although the blade intent with piercing coldness had

weakened significantly, it still injured Darren's body.

Darren winced in agony when he felt the impact of the blow wound his insides. In the next moment, he

coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Spirit Power attack!" Darren clenched his teeth and released his Spirit Power at its maximum force. He

felt dizzy and faint. This excessive consumption of his Spirit Power had drained him tremendously.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The blade cultivator felt immense pain deep in his soul. The unbearable agony distracted

him, and the blade cultivator was now forced to resist Darren's attacks with the power of his spiritual

sense.

At that moment, Darren's last avatar and his body emanated strong blade intent and sword intent

together. Like two black arrows, they shot toward the blade cultivator at high speed.

Shoop, shoop!

The effort taken to deliver such a powerful attack left Darren feeling as though his organs had turned

into pulp.

The blade cultivator's eyes opened wide with disbelief. He never expected to be defeated and killed by

a young man at the Mysterious Realm.

Splash!

The lifeless body of the blade cultivator fell into the black lake.

Darren also dove into the water and searched for the middle-aged man he had saved previously. He

had probed to ensure that the man was Elder Thomas. However, Elder Thomas had been trapped by

the rule cultivator in a way that would force him to attack his savior.

After he found Elder Thomas, Darren released him from the entrapment and then flew out of the lake.

Just as he was about to leave the underground passage, he sensed an overwhelmingly powerful blade

intent surging toward him. In the next second, the blade intent covered the whole of Blade Holy Land.

'Such a powerful blade intent can only be exuded by the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land!' Darren

surmised.

His insides had been severely injured by the blade cultivator a while ago. Now he was covered by the

powerful blade intent. Darren could not bear the pain anymore. He coughed out more blood and lost

consciousness.

...

In a palace in the Blade Holy Land, a middle-aged man, who was full of terrifying blade intent, stared at

the dead body on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot.

"My son is dead," he murmured.

The Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land was depressed. Both of his sons had been murdered. He could

tell that they had been killed by the same person.

He knew what his sons had done and their bad character. But he did not try to discipline their behavior.

He had been far too lax. What added to the Holy Lord's misery was that he could not have more

children. So, his sons were his only heirs.

Now, both of them had been killed. There was no one left to carry his bloodline. His heart hurt as

though someone was crushing it.

"Ah!"

The Blade Holy Lord bellowed. Tremendous blade intent was released and shot toward the sky. It

contained overwhelming murderous intent, which frightened all living things.

"You must die! I will not rest until you are dead!"

His roar spread all through Blade Holy Land. Many disciples at a low cultivation base started to bleed

from their noses, eyes, ears, and mouths due to the tremendous pressure from the murderous intent.

The Holy Lord of Blade Holy Land probed the whole region with his spiritual sense, but he did not find

the person he was looking for.

A sudden noise rang through the air.

The Holy Lord's figure appeared in the Black Water Dungeon. He had discovered the dead body of the

rule cultivator he had invited and the dead body of the blade cultivator at the middle stage of the

Wonder Realm. He also saw that the damned Elder had disappeared.

At that moment, the Holy Lord of Blade Holy Land became quiet. He turned his eyes to the Medicine

Pavilion thousands of miles away.

"Is Mr. Wan here?"

The voice of the Holy Lord of Blade Holy Land spread across Medicine Pavilion. It was heard by a rule

cultivator, who was dressed in a purple gown.

"Yes. I am here. What do you want, Bryan?" Waldo Wan, the rule cultivator in purple snorted coldly. He

did not like the Holy Lord of Blade Holy Land, Bryan.

"I need your help. Please do me a favor," Bryan replied. At that moment, he was speaking with Waldo

Wan humbly.

"Oh? Bryan, are you begging me? I never expected that you would be reduced to such a position. Ha-

ha!" Waldo Wan said with a smug laugh.

"Mr. Wan, please use your omnipotent skill to help me find a person. If you can assist me, I will give

you the item you have always wanted."

"Really? Are you serious?" Waldo was most delighted with Bryan's proposal. He replied, "You are

ready to offer me the Eight Corners Tripod? If so, I will come to you. This better not be a joke. If you

dare to fool me, you will regret it!"

"I swear this is no trick. Come here, quick!" Bryan did not say anything else. He just urged Waldo to

hurry.

After a quarter of an hour or so, the rule cultivator in purple appeared in front of the Holy Lord of Blade

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"Bryan, I can sense that the person you are looking for is still in Blade Holy Land. But to detect his face,

I will need to use my arcane skill." The rule cultivator in the purple robe was powerful. He could replay

transpired scenes using his arcane skill as long as the person hadn't left more than ten hours ago.

However, using the arcane skill would come at a high cost to the rule cultivator. So, he never practiced

it carelessly.

"Please find him for me. l am going to make his life a living hell!" Bryan's voice was as cold as ice and

full of killing intent.

Waldo sat still until Bryan threw him the said tripod as part of the deal. Overjoyed, the rule cultivator put

it in his pocket before using his arcane skill.

"Look carefully and remember his features," Waldo released his Spirit Power, and the space around

him started to warp into many whirlpools. Slowly, each scene played out in front of Bryan, one by one.

The picture of his fat son being killed, and the killer who fought against the blade cultivator at the

middle stage of the Wonder Realm repeated themselves. The Holy Lord of Blade Holy Land, Bryan,

had seen the events with his own eyes as if he had been a bystander when Darren was fighting with

his son and the blade cultivator.