CHAPTER 364 DOWN ON YOUR KNEES (PART TWO)

Everyone sighed as they saw that Darren was determined to stay. In their hearts, they were grateful to

the warrior and wished him to succeed in his battle with the royal warriors.

Realizing that they could no longer change his mind, three elders of the Chu Clan, who were now

withered and depressed by all these years of suffering, came to Darren. They looked at him with

desperation all over their faces.

"Elders!" Bowing down, Darren saluted them and then asked, "May I know where is the guard of the

Martial Skill Library?"

What worried Darren the most had been the elder who always helped him before—the guard of the

Martial Skill Library.

However, their lips were shaking, and sorrow flashed through their eyes upon hearing the question.

The three elders were unable to utter a single word.

Seeing their reaction, Darren panicked a little as he feared that the guard of the Martial Skill Library

might be dead.

"He is quite persistent, and he refused to be enslaved. So the royals had him captured, and they said

that they were going to make him suffer for eternity," the Chief Elder said in a flurried manner as if he

was still shocked by the cruel act of the royals.

That made Darren furious at first, but the fury was overpowered by the relief of knowing that the guard

of the Martial Skill Library was still alive. After all, that was what mattered to him. Working out the plan

he had in mind, Darren just needed to find him first, and then he would make whoever had hurt him pay

dearly.

"Which one of you is causing a disturbance on the royal turf? Have you all forgotten what I am capable

of? Are you not afraid of me anymore?"

An arrogant voice came from afar, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Master Chen is here! Ha-ha!"

The members of Chu Clan looked scared and frightened while the royal guards were thrilled as they

were convinced that this small act of rebellion would soon vanquished.

Then a middle-aged man took a step and made it in front of Darren. He had been more than a

thousand feet away.

However, he frowned when he saw Darren. Staring at him from head to foot, the man reckoned, "He is

just a young boy. Why did you disturb me and ask for help? You guys cannot even handle such a This belongs to - ©.

young man?"

asked the middle-aged man in fury. He was also angered when he sensed that Darren had no

cultivation base.

"My apologies, sir, for disturbing you. But please look at all that blood! We have lost several men

because of that young boy." The captain apologized to Elias while pointing to piles of blood on the

ground. He had to make sure that the officer would realize how potent Darren was.

"What's there to look? Don't waste my time!" retorted the middle-aged man. As he grew impatient this

time, the middle-aged man glared at that captain, which took him aback. He then turned to Darren and

shouted, "Do me a favor and kill yourself now. If not, I will keep you along with these slaves!"

"Kneel!" Darren's voice was not loud, yet it captured the attention of almost everyone present.

A group of soldiers, who were still far from him, got on their knees, leaving only the middle-aged man

still standing. Beads of cold sweats were formed on his face as he tried to resist the weight of Darren's

voice.

"Get down on your knee!" Repeating his words, this time, Darren pulled up his strength and infused

more power into his voice.

The middle-aged man, no matter how hard he tried to suppress the aura, still could not take it and

kneel. He could not stop trembling and sweating.

'What a formidable power! Could he be a warrior of the Wonder Realm?' The middle-aged man thought

to himself while keeping his head low in embarrassment.

"Don't get too cocky! When someone more powerful arrives, you will be dead for sure!" the middle-

aged man said with difficulty. He was trying to deviate everybody's attention away from yielding too

soon. He was such a coward and not worthy of being looked up by his fellow warriors.

"Then get on with it! Ask them to send someone stronger! Do it now, or I will have your head severed

out from your neck!" challenging him, Darren said coldly. The middle-aged man was nobody—not an

ideal target for Darren.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man that was so humiliated by now, immediately informed a compelling

character in the royal city using his arcane skill of communication.

"I have notified my superior of your action today. Now let me up, or it will end badly for you!" After

calling for help, the middle-aged man grew much more confident and began to threaten Darren.

"Then, you are of no use to me," turning his back towards the man, Darren said lightly before joining his

clan again.

One, two, three steps away from that middle-aged man who was at the top level of the ninth stage of

the Mysterious Realm, Darren tore the man's body to pieces using a strand of his sword intent.

"Such a mighty and well-known warrior who was at the top level of the Mysterious Realm had just been

killed by that young man in an instant! It was shocking!" hollered a warrior that was standing nearby.

The soldiers, who were on their knees now, were scared to death. At this moment, Darren, for them,

was the embodiment of death!

"Darren, since when have you become this strong?" an elder asked from afar. The members of his clan

could not believe what they had just witnessed, tantamount to what they had seen earlier. They had

nothing but pure admiration for the young boy that was now a skilled and crafted warrior.

"Darren, they may send warriors of the Wonder Realm to fight against you and see you dead. Do you

think you would be able to take them on? Or at least get our people out of here?" the Chief Elder asked

with hopeful eyes as he pointed the members of his clan.

"Chief Elder, you can rest assured. Even the warriors with the cultivation base of the Holy Lords would

still have to kneel in front of me," with a serious face, Darren said in a flat tone as if facing the Holy

Lords was just a child's play to him. Hearing that, everyone was once again shocked. They wondered

in awe as to how one of their kin had improved so much that he could take down even the Holy Lord.