CHAPTER 226 WORDS WRITTEN IN BLOOD

Darren helplessly rushed towards Bruce—he could not bear to just stand by and watch him die.

The moment Darren released the blade intent and the sword intent, all eyes were on him, including the

eyes of the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land, who knew immediately that he was the murderer.

Bang!

The Holy Lord kicked the unconscious Bruce aside. Since the person who was responsible for the

murder had showed up, he was not interested in killing innocent people anymore.

"Everyone get out of the way!" the top elder of the Blade Holy Land cried out in earnest. He heaved a

sigh of relief and just wanted to send all the others away at once, to avoid the risk of more excellent

disciples from the other Holy Lands getting killed.

Bryan, the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land, had already killed two ordinary disciples from the Void

Holy Land. If properly managed, they wouldn't have to face any wars whatsoever. However, he had

also killed an elder at the advanced stage of the Wonder Realm from the Lotus Holy Land, which the

Lotus Holy Land would undoubtedly not turn a blind eye against. So, from thereon out, it would be best

to avoid any more deaths of members from the other Holy Lands.

All the people present were extremely frightened at the terrifying madness of Bryan, the Holy Lord of

the Blade Holy Land. So, when they heard the top elder bellow out the command, the relief they felt

was immeasurable —they felt like they were given a reprieve. They all then quickly escaped, led by

their elders.

Too preoccupied with Darren, the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land paid no heed to the fleeing

disciples of the Lotus Holy Land.

In just a matter of a few minutes, the training ground of the Blade Holy Land had become empty save

for Darren, the Holy Lord, and a few other disciples.

Even Elsa had to leave . She knew that she was of little help to Darren in there —she might even drag

him down and be the cause of his demise. She tearfully and reluctantly left, bringing along the beaten

up Bruce. She then suddenly thought of rushing back to the Lotus Holy Land to ask the Holy Lord for

backup.

'Just hold on for a little while, Darren, ' Elsa prayed for him in her heart. She flew to the transmission

array as fast as she could. Once she informed the Holy Lord of Lotus Holy Land of the emergency,

Darren would be saved. This was the only way to save him.

It would take Elsa at least half an hour in the transmission array to arrive at the Lotus Holy Land and

deliver the message to the Holy Lord, while it would only take a few seconds —just a blink of an eye,

even —for Holy Lord Bryan to kill Darren.

Elsa shook her head to get rid of the thought. 'I have faith in you, Darren.' She meant every word, but

she still wasn't able to stop the feeling of fear and apprehension as she wept.

...

Darren and the disciples of the Blade Holy Land were the only ones left on the training ground.

Bang!

Darren was immediately bombarded by a mighty force of blade intent.

Darren was not able to bear it, which left him with numerous bone-deep gashes on his body.

"Kill me! I beg you to kill me!" A roar of laughter escaped his mouth. His body shook as he fell to the

ground, his whole body covered in blood.

The Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land stared coldly at him and shot another bolt of blade intent.

Every inch of skin and every bone in Darren's body stung with extreme pain as he got hit by the attack.

Holy Lord Bryan knew fairly well that the Holy Lords from the other Holy Lands would soon arrive, but

not before he was able to kill Darren. And even if the Holy Lords did arrive on time, nothing and

certainly nobody would be able to stop him from killing the damned murderer.

Hearing Darren's helpless plea, he decided that he wanted to torture the boy instead of killing him right

away.

"Mr. Wan, I've heard that you are a master of afflicting the human soul. Help me teach him a lesson."

The Holy Lord had harbored so much intense hatred that simply killing Darren would not be enough to

satisfy him.

"Humph. Why should I help you?" the rule cultivator in a purple robe snorted.

"I have given the Eight Corners Tripod to you. You have rejected to find the culprit for me once. How

about I get even with you for that now? I don't think you can afford it." The Holy Lord of Blade Holy

Land glared at the rule cultivator, his eyes filled with unbounded murderous intent.

Although Waldo did not really fear the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land, he had previously made the

mistake of displeasing him. It would not be worth the cost to make the same mistake of provoking the

mad overmatch again.

"Well, for the sake of your son, I will do it," Waldo agreed in order to avoid any unwanted disasters.

Unbeknownst to the two, as they talked nonsense, Darren grabbed the opportunity to catch his breath.

His Space Ring contained a fragment of sword intent. Once the fragment made contact with his blood

essence, he would be pulled to the Black Cliff of Sword Intent.

However, quite some time was needed before he arrived there—enough time to get killed by the Holy exclusive content.

Lord of the Blade Holy Land ten times over. So, Darren did not utilize it until the right opportunity came.

Using his spiritual sense, Darren had secretly summoned the fragment to his hand while they were still

talking.

The most favorable opportunity for Darren to generate the fragment would be the time when the rule

cultivator started torturing him with the arcane skill. He believed that the strange stone in his mind could

lessen the damage he would suffer. He would pretend that he was in extreme agony, which would then

make the Holy Lord lower his guard.

The next moment, the rule cultivator made some gestures and a tremendous Spirit Power struck

Darren's soul.

The attack was much weaker than the one he encountered in the demonic monster domain. Darren's

soul almost remained intact due to the resistance provided by the strange stone in his mind.

"Ah!" Having anticipated the assault from the rule cultivator, Darren rolled on the ground and buried his

head in his arms, pretending to be in extreme agony.

As he lay hunched on the ground, he forced out a little blood essence and released it on the fragment

of sword intent.

The color of heaven and earth changed, winds surged, and the sky opened up as if someone slashed

into it, revealing a bizarre scene.

Cliffs that touched the clouds appeared and a thousand-feet high black ancient demonic monster wildly

emerged.

Still clutching his head in his hands, Darren howled in feigned pain as he looked on at the remarkable

view.

"Ah! Please! It hurts! I will never let you off once I become a ghost!" Darren made his performance as

believable as possible. He wanted the Holy Lord to be misled into believing that the rule cultivator was

the one responsible for creating the bizarre view.

If all went according to plan, rather than immediately kill him, the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land

would enjoy the pleasure provided by Darren's suffering without noticing something beyond the normal.

Next to him, the rule cultivator's eyes widened in shock. He stared at the scene, not quite

understanding what was happening.

"Waldo, good job! I'm sorry I have underestimated your strength! Torture him harder before the other

Holy Lords arrive!" The Holy Lord grinned maniacally, feeling a great pleasure at the sight of Darren in

pain.

"No!" Waldo exclaimed. He had sensed that his Spiritual Secret Skill was being blocked by something,

a faint trace of it bouncing back. But he didn't want to admit to the Holy Lord that something was wrong.

He had comforted himself that it was merely an illusion and nothing more.

However, now seeing the bizarre scene in front of him, he had come to the profound realization that

Darren was a strange fellow.

"I didn't make this. It contains an awful air of a rule cultivator!" Waldo's eyebrows were furrowed in a

mixture of shock and confusion.

"What?!"

The Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land began to grow suspicious, so he sent powerful blade intent

towards Darren.

A big hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Darren, and disappeared as fast as it had

appeared.

"This... I..." Waldo was speechless, mouth gaping open as words left him.

"Goddamn it! That goddamned bastard! I'm going to tear him to pieces! Ah!"

The rage of the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land made the entire training ground shake. Even the rule

cultivator was forced to take a few steps back by the stormy murderous intent that emanated from the

Holy Lord.

With blood-red eyes, the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land glared at the place where Darren was just a

few seconds ago. In it appeared a line of words written in blood:

"I swear I will kill you when we meet again!"

The words felt like a sharp knife, stabbing at the Holy Lord's pride.