CHAPTER 373 FIND THE CLUE (PART TWO)
"Ah! He is the Holy Lord?" the middle-aged man in the dragon robe asked in astonishment.
Immediately, he prostrated himself before the Holy Lord, with no laudable tolerant spirit of an emperor.
"Distinguished Holy Lord, please save me. Someone wants to kill me," the middle-aged man pleaded,
trembling as the Holy Lord neared him.
"Humph. You don't need to do that. Our Holy Lord will never let off anyone that destroys the stable life
of the ordinary land. You could live in peace in the following days. When he comes again, our Holy Lord
will execute him on the spot," assured the old man.
"I understand. Thank you for your assurance." Grateful to the Holy Lord, the emperor nodded again
and again. A sheepish smile couldn't help but be drawn on his lucid face.
On the other end, as he was flying through the clouds, Darren was severe and calm.
'I'm sure there is someone following me!' Darren thought to himself as he sensed an unwelcomed aura
nearby.
Just earlier, when Darren threatened to kill the emperor, he felt several powerful auras flashed against
him. Thus, he was confident that what he felt last time was not just an illusion.
Though the auras vanquished quickly, with Darren's perceptivity, he identified a little aura of thunder
intent.
"He must be Landon, the Holy Lord of The Lightning Holy Land. It seems that he is more powerful than
I expected," Darren said to himself.
Darren had hesitated to kill the emperor moments ago, for he had felt the aura was so strong. So, he
had changed his plan and left promptly.
Now, Darren dared not act recklessly. The reason why he had said he would come back three days
later was that then he could be powerful enough to open the Ancient Void Battlefield. By that time, he
would have nothing to fear.
Very soon, Darren returned to his family. He took the guard of the Martial Skill Library to a room and
started to cure his wounds.
After an hour, the guard of the Martial Skill Library almost restored his strength, and gradually he
became conscious.
"Ah! Darren! Where am I?" the guard of the Martial Skill Library asked in fear, looking at the unfamiliar
place and to Darren blankly.
"Sir, don't be afraid. You are safe here," Darren said as he comforted him.
"Here... Darren, did you save me? Where are the others? How about them?" the guard of the Martial
Skill Library asked, staring at Darren in a startled expression.
"Don't worry. They are all fine. Two days from now, I will go back and kill the emperor myself to avenge
the people of my clan," with determined eyes, Darren said coldly, unconsciously releasing a strong
momentum.
Feeling the surge of momentum, the guard was both surprised and relieved.
"You are so powerful now. I'm so happy for you," the guard blurted out as he couldn't put his emotions
into words.
"Sir, you once fought with the man that killed my father. Can you still remember his features?" just as
the memory of his father flashed across his mind, Darren asked all of a sudden.
"Alas! How could I forget that man?" the guard of the Martial Skill Library let out a sigh while shaking
his head. Then he said bitterly, "I couldn't rival him. His aura broke down a few of my ribs in the very
beginning. This handprint in my chest was self-inflicted. I did this to save myself.
If that could be called a feature, I remember that lightning glistened around his body, but I'm not sure
whether it was an illusion or not. At that time, I found him too compelling, so to avoid causing panic, I
told others that he was a masked man in black."
The guard of the Martial Skill Library reiterated to Darren. Judging from what he had heard, Darren had
known for sure that the man who killed his father was Landon.
"I understand. Sir, you'd better take your rest. I'm going to continue my cultivation." With his mind
clouded and bothered, Darren motioned the guard of the Martial Skill Library to lie down.
In the following days, with Darren staying in his room day and night, he absorbed all the spiritual
energy he needed to improve his cultivation base.
As things stood still, all his skills had reached their limits—even his dark gold internal force, which
couldn't be enhanced in a short time.
Thus, the most efficient way for him to increase his power was to improve his cultivation base. Once he Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.
arrived at the supreme stage of the Wonder Realm or the primary stage of the Grand Realm, the power
that he could give out with his skills would be unimaginably fierce—unparalleled and invincible.
However, at the primary stage of the Wonder Realm, the skills' power would be restricted. That was
what bothered Darren at this time.
"The improvement of the cultivation base could allow me to use the stronger bloodline force and to
drive the olive-black force and the dark gold internal force more efficiently. With that, I could display the
most reliable possible power ever that not even Holy Lord Landon could withstand!
I have both absorbed and assimilated the spiritual energy. In theory, the speed has reached its limits,
but why is the stage of realm improved so slowly?"
Darren mumbled in confusion. He had spent three days absorbing the spiritual energy, but his realm
was improved very little.
"I guess my talent is not enough. If I could reach the ninth level of the Heaven Degree like Finley had
said, my realm would be improved effortlessly!" thinking about Finley, Darren said after a series of
speculations.
'My next goal is to improve my talent degree as much as possible. Yet, for now, first things first. I should
kill the emperor!' with a determined will, Darren thought as he flew towards the imperial city.
Since he had sensed the illusion that day, Darren foreboded that killing the emperor today wouldn't be
smooth, but he had to hold on to his convictions. After all, he had accumulated enough force of control,
which could open the Ancient Void Battlefield. With that, he could let the Water Kylin out or drag his
enemy to the Ancient Void Battlefield to ask Finley to help him. That was the plan that Darren had in
mind all this time.