CHAPTER 267 DARREN FLEW INTO A RAGE
Darren left the Grand Void Manor and leisurely walked the quiet streets of Talent City.
He sighed, realizing in his heart that if he had not entered the Ancient Void Battlefield, he would not
have known about the Heavenly Repression. In which case, even if his sword intent had fused with his
blade intent, he would have probably died!
Now that he was the master of the Ancient Void Battlefield, he would not be affected by the Heavenly
Repression as long as he didn't overuse the fusion of his sword and blade intents. After all, he and the
Ancient Void Battlefield were almost one.
"Once I go to the Raksa Sea and get more Primitive Stones, I will reach the Wonder Realm," Darren
told himself as he walked the streets. "By then, with just a small amount of dark gold internal force, my
strength will skyrocket, and I may even kill the master at the supreme stage of the Wonder Realm,"
Darren continued.
Darren was able to defeat Denise in the Ancient Void Battlefield in part because of his improved
abilities, or else he would have been killed before he could perform the dark gold internal force. Darren
knew he had come a long way. In that way, Darren considered that he could only kill the master at the
supreme stage of the Wonder Realm when he first reached the Wonder Realm. He must be very ready
and prepared by then, without making a single mistake.
Currently, if he met a grand warrior, he would surely be killed before he even launched an attack.
Darren knew he must be on his toes at the moment. This meant that although Darren had integrated
his blade and sword intents, he still needed to improve his level and strength. It was vital, and a matter
of life and death.
Darren strolled along as he pondered over these questions, without realizing that there were two
ghostly figures tailing him. They were watching his every move.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.
"Shall we kill him now?" one of the two asked his companion.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea. He seems to have a space treasure. Even if we kill him, we can't
get his Primitive Stones," replied the other ghostly figure. "Let's wait and see."
"You're right. We have the Grand Blood Refiner's supreme skill to conceal our auras so that even the
real grand warriors can't perceive us. We can track him down any time." "Then let's go back and report
what we know. There's a good chance that the lad's got the Primitive Stones on him. Now that is
something worth reporting."
"Okay, I've marked his blood and breath. He cannot escape from us ever now. Let's go."
After the brief discussion, the two stalkers stopped following Darren and quietly left just as they had
quietly tailed Darren.
"Eh?" Darren blurted out.
Darren suddenly stopped because he spotted a blood-stained man hanging in the attic ahead of him.
"That's...Ron?" Darren wondered as he tried to figure out who the man was.
He could hardly distinguish the appearance of that person with his naked eyes, so he unleashed his
spiritual sense to detect that man's breath.
"Yes, it's Ron!" Darren exclaimed.
He thought of something and then swiftly flew into a rage.
He flew over immediately as he carried Ron. Then he put Ron down. Ron was apparently dying at the
moment.
Without hesitation, Darren took out a magic herb, put it in Ron's mouth, and launched his internal
breath to help Ron refine the herb for him to absorb it. After a brief moment, the herb started working
and Ron woke up.
"Da-Darren..." Ron weakly muttered. At the sight of Darren, Ron's face became terrified. He pushed
Darren away, urging him, "Go! Daren go! Hurry up, Darren. It's a trap."
It had been over six months, and Ron thought Darren had left Talent City long ago, so Darren's
appearance surprised him.
Talent City did not allow killing, but it did not prohibit torture. On the day Darren entered the Grand Void
Manor, Ron was caught. After being horrifically tortured, he was hung in the attic until this day.
Whenever Ron was at the point of death, his gruesome captors would give him a potion to keep him
from dying. Then they went about torturing him all over again.
They did this to draw Darren out, but seeing that Darren never came, it made them abandon their plan.
Instead, they just vented their anger by torturing Ron.
"Darren, go away quickly, or Dean will come," Ron urged anxiously.
"Dean?" Darren's voice was as stiff as steel. "He'll be dead soon," Darren uttered, his voice as cold as
ice, and his eyes were full of a challenge.
In just the next second he heard a whooshing sound.
"You are still in this city. Thank god! Thank god!" shouted a young man with great enthusiasm as he
flew up to them. His presence was unwelcome by Ron and Darren however. He was the guy whose
bones were all broken by Darren on the very same day Darren came to the city. Darren could never
forget that day.
"You little bastard, you don't know how much I've missed you these past few months.
I've been wanting to tear you apart all the time. I've wanted to pull your intestines out and strangle you!
I thought you had left long ago, but now you've shown up. Thank god, thank god!"
The young man laughed grimly, and almost burst into tears from excitement, which all contorted his
face in a twisted manner.
"Is this the man who broke all your bones? I used an exorbitant amount of spiritual herbs to cure you.
He doesn't look that powerful. Well, aren't you useless?" said a handsome man beside the young man.
The two men shared a resemblance.
Ron looked up at the man and immediately went deathly white. He trembled with fear, started cold
sweating and nearly fainted. That handsome man was the young man's elder brother, Dean Chen, who
was ranked 92nd on the Talent Roll.
"Ron, don't worry. I can deal with them," Darren said, trying to calm Ron down.
Ron was an honest man. Darren felt bad about his tragic experience and was determined to avenge
him.
Afterwards, Darren helped Ron walk slowly to a nearby inn. When they entered the inn, he threw a
great heap of spiritual herbs in front of the innkeeper, and said, "Take good care of him. I'll be back as
soon as I kill Dean. Do you understand?"
"Yes, got it," said the innkeeper immediately. The innkeeper shivered with fear. He definitely did not
dare to offend or disobey this guest who emanated a powerful aura, and declared that he would kill the
superior talent outside.
"Humph, don't let the old guy off the hook either. Let's meet outside the city then, shall we?" cried
Dean's younger brother before he flew away.
Dean gave Darren a contemptuous glare at the inn and flashed out of sight. The next moment he was
in the air, carrying a man, and it was Ron!
With Darren's pace, he could have stopped Dean, but he decided against it. It was because he knew
what his enemy was up to—he wanted to lure him out of the city and kill him. After all, killing was
permissible outside Talent City.
In this case, for the time being, Ron wasn't in any danger, and Darren also wanted to get out of the city
so as to kill them.
In fact, since Darren now had a sort of a relationship with Chad who was a grand warrior, and the soul
of the Lord of Void had gone, it was not a big deal if he killed people in the city. He let Dean take Ron
away just because he didn't want their fight to hurt innocent people.
Whoosh!
Darren flashed and flew rapidly towards the direction that led outside the city.
Soon he saw his two enemies before him.
"There you are, you little bastard. What an idiot you are I must say. You're willing to risk your life for
such a nobody!" Dean's younger brother laughed smugly and wildly. The madness seemed to be a
family trait.
"I'll kill him first, ha-ha!" he continued to laugh hysterically.
He went on to raise his hand in order to hit Ron.
As a master who had just reached the middle stage of the Wonder Realm, he could kill ten thousand
people as weak as Ron with just one blow.
However, at the exact moment when his hand was about to touch Ron, a shadow flickered past him,
forcing his palm to stop before Ron's forehead.
"What speed!" Dean, who was watching them, exclaimed in surprise. He immediately decided to
quickly kill Darren, so, he urged his younger brother, "Kill the old man. And I'll personally kill the little
bastard."
When there was no response from his younger brother, Dean asked, "Did you hear me?" As these
words were spoken, Dean sensed something was wrong.
The next moment his face turned ashen white and his lips trembled as he saw his younger brother's
head fall from the sky, right under him.