CHAPTER 262 ENTERING THE THIRTEENTH SPACE

Darren was shocked. For a brief moment, the impulse to surrender coursed through him.

But he was infuriated by what happened next.

A golden shadow rushed to him and covered his mouth with one hand.

'What the fuck? How dare you...' Darren cursed.

The shadow was Finley. Although he was the space defender now, Finley was as weird as before.

"Hey, challenger! Are you scared now?"

'Finley, you son of a bitch! Asshole!' Darren cursed him again.

"I've exerted my domain skill. As long as you ask for mercy and admit defeat, you can leave.

Come on, loser! Beg me! Do it or die!"

Finley's hand was still wrapped around Darren. He couldn't move at all!

Darren was irritated by this moron.

Just as he was about to fight back, Darren sensed a tremendous force approaching them.

Finley had noticed it as well. Shocked, he looked up to confirm his suspicions.

To his astonishment, a large palm that exuded a threatening aura was headed for them.

Boom!

Finley released Darren and enhanced the power of his domain. Then, he rushed forward to defend

against the palm.

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Finley shouted.

Bang!

Darren didn't have time to think. The moment Finley released him, he ran from the attacking palm

shadow. When he was at a safe distance, Darren turned to see what had happened.

He would never forget what he saw.

Finley was using all of his power to fight against that palm.

However, to Darren's surprise, Finley was suppressed, like a piece of paper. The attack was so

powerful that Finley vanished in the blink of an eye.

'A defender was killed by someone stronger? In such a short time?' Darren couldn't believe his eyes.

What kind of person could be powerful enough to achieve this feat? Before he could recover from the

shock, Darren released his spiritual sense and found an undetectable force in the twelfth space. The

mysterious shadow launched his palm attack toward the sky. The attack was so intense that a black

crack spread through the whole space. Everything trembled and shook as though the Ancient Void

Battlefield was about to collapse.

Boom! Boom!

When the shadow stopped releasing several palm attacks, the whole void became peaceful and quiet

again.

Till now, Darren could not look at the shadow. Once the attacks stopped, he was able to see a figure in

the distance—it looked like an eight or nine-year-old child.

'It must be the Shadow Emperor!' Darren assumed. However, he wasn't sure.

What confused him was that the Shadow Emperor had left the thirteenth level and come to the twelfth

level to terminate Finley.

Why? What could be his motive for this unprecedented move?

"What the fuck? You little bastard! Fucking asshole!..."

Finley cursed. Although the first palm attack had killed Finley, his spiritual intent had been resurrected.

After all, Finley was the defender of the twelfth level! After coming back to life, he couldn't help but

curse the Shadow Emperor. He kept swearing and spitting, just like an angry woman.

"What's gotten into you? I'm the defender of the twelfth level. Why have you come to fight me? Are you

out of your mind? Who do you think you are? Stupid asshole! Fucking moron!" Anger coursed through

Finley. He couldn't understand why the Shadow Emperor had behaved in such a manner.

The Shadow Emperor didn't speak or explain his actions. Instead, he launched another palm attack.

Finley couldn't defend against this blow either. In a flash, his body vanished.

After a few seconds, Finley was resurrected again. This time as well, he cursed loudly.

Then, he was torn to pieces again. A few seconds later, Finley's spiritual intent returned to the twelfth

level.

After a half an hour, Darren became tired of watching this battle.

"Fixing!" Shadow Emperor muttered a spell when Finley was reshaped and wouldn't stop cursing.

He stopped cursing, fell to the ground, and began rolling. Finley's agonized screams filled the void.

"Holy shit! That hurts. Okay, okay! It's my fault. My lord Shadow Emperor, would you release me,

please? This hurts too much!" Finley cried.

"Hello! Sir." Darren stepped forward and bowed to the Shadow Emperor.

Finley begged and pleaded for mercy, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Follow me," the Shadow Emperor said to Darren.

"Yes, sir." Darren followed the Shadow Emperor to the thirteenth space.

"Wait, wait, wait! Lord Shadow Emperor, don't leave me alone. Could you release me first? It hurts..."

Finley cried when he saw them leaving.

After entering the thirteenth space, Darren found himself in a void. The more he looked around, the

more he realized that the space was completely empty.

The Shadow Emperor levitated mid-air and watched as Darren studied his surroundings. Unable to

hide his curiosity, Darren questioned, "May I ask why did you..."

He was eager to know why the Shadow Emperor had launched his palm attack in the space of the

twelfth level to fight against Finley.

"Mingling cannot resolve the problem of cultivating conflicting martial arts skills."

The Shadow Emperor didn't give Darren a direct answer.

Darren frowned when he heard this ambiguous reply.

Before Darren could ask again, the Shadow Emperor continued, "You're gifted. And very lucky.

Cultivating conflicting martial skills didn't kill you. But, the Heavenly Repression will always suppress

your power."

"Heavenly Repression?" Darren couldn't understand what the Shadow Emperor meant by saying that.

The Shadow Emperor shook his head and said, "I can't give you a clear answer. I'm just a part of a

soul. What I can tell you is that you should not cultivate conflicting martial arts skills with the mingling

method. If you do so, the universe will suppress you mercilessly.

Fortunately, you're not strong enough yet. I was able to save you with my power. Otherwise, you would

have been torn to pieces."

"Sir, you mean that I'll be suppressed if I activate the dark gold internal force?" Darren was worried.

He despaired when he heard the Shadow Emperor's explanation.

Darren had assumed that by fusing his sword intent and blade intent, he could succeed in improving

his skills. What he didn't expect was that it would bring suppression from the universe. Wasn't there an

effective way to break through these restrictions?

"When you entered, I noticed that you've been cultivating conflicting martial arts skills. I presumed that

the Heavenly Repression wouldn't impact you in my Ancient Void Battlefield. However, I see that you

couldn't escape the suppression," the Shadow Emperor explained. Darren could tell from the manner in

which the Shadow Emperor spoke that he wasn't like a child at all.

"Perhaps it's because you're not the master of the Ancient Void Battlefield," the Shadow Emperor

mumbled as he contemplated Darren's situation.

"Mr. Guardian, show yourself!" After a brief pause, the Shadow Emperor shouted at the sky. To

Darren's surprise, the guardian of the first space he met appeared in the thirteenth space.

The old guardian sobbed when he saw the Shadow Emperor hovering in the air.

Although the guardian was an old man, he fell to his knees as he faced the Shadow Emperor who was

just an eight-year-old child.

"Master..." His lips trembled.

It was obvious that he hadn't seen his master in a long time.

After he calmed down, the old man remembered what his master had said to him many years ago. He

had reassured the old man that at their next meeting, the matter that worried him would be settled.

"Come with me."

The Shadow Emperor asked the old guardian to follow him before turning and walking toward the dark

place.

Darren intended to go with them. However, when he took his first step, Darren felt as though a soft

force had trapped him. He couldn't move an inch.