CHAPTER 406 THE REVENGE

When they sensed the dangerous aura, Darren, Timothy, and Abelard released their spiritual sense to

check the situation.

"Did I imagine it?" Timothy mumbled with his brows furrowed.

"No. You didn't. I also felt something powerful closing in on us," Abelard muttered as he glanced at the

surrounding area.

As Darren's Spirit Power was more powerful than the others', the dangerous aura touched him more

deeply. After searching for a while, he said, "A demonic monster must be around. We just cannot sense

it because of its superb hiding skill."

Timothy and Abelard nodded as Darren's explanation seemed logical. Subconsciously, they tightened

their grip on their weapons.

All three men kept strict vigilance for a while. However, the dangerous aura didn't reappear. The woods

with towering old trees remained silent.

Rustle.

"Eh? Someone is hiding in the trees!"

Darren said as a slight noise caught his attention. Though the aura couldn't be perceived, the three

men didn't let down their guard.

"You beast, come out!" Timothy yelled.

"Ha-ha. You bastards. Your spiritual sense is very sensitive. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to

sense me."

After Timothy's yell, a figure descended from a tall tree and landed before the three men.

"Oscar? Why are you following us? And why did you hide your aura?" Timothy asked with a serious

expression.

As Darren wasn't convinced that the aura belonged to Oscar, he stood silently and continued to probe

the surrounding area for signs of the dangerous aura they had sensed earlier. His instincts told him that

there was a powerful demonic monster in the region.

Although Darren was preoccupied with searching for the powerful demonic monster, he kept a watch

on Oscar. After all, he knew that Oscar was only trying to make trouble for them.

"What did you think? Did you assume that I would forgive you so easily after you offended me in front

of everyone? How naive you are!" Oscar sneered. His handsome features morphed into more hideous

ones as he flashed Darren and his companions a sinister smile.

"Timothy, you come from the Western Desert Island. Your status is so high that even the sect will show

respect to you. You are incredible. However, it is a pity that no one will search for your body in this wild

land."

He then glared at Abelard. "You, the woodcutter, I know that the old fisherman protects you. The

question remains whether or not the news of your death will pain him."

Finally, his eyes fell on Darren. "And You, the lad with the blade and sword intent, I won't kill you

immediately. No, I will torture you and render such pain that you will wish you were dead. Ha-ha."

Oscar said to each of the three men who had humiliated him. As he spoke, Oscar released his domain

and directed it to envelop them.

"Ha-ha. Are you kidding? You are just a low level grand warrior. Do you think you can kill the three of

us? I will let you know who is the naive one!" Timothy sneered. Then a purple light sword shot toward

the sky.

After a moment, the purple light sword separated into four light swords. In a flash, the swords flew

toward Oscar.

"What an insignificant skill!" Oscar snorted when he saw what Timothy had done. With a casual wave

of his hand, Oscar released a palm attack at the four purple light swords.

"The Ancestor Sword Soul!" Timothy muttered. Instantly, heaven and earth shook. Streaks of purple

light flowed from the four light swords, forming an old man with purple hair.

"Hiss,"

Darren gasped in terror at the sight, for he felt that the old man with purple hair was emitting an aura of

sword intent that was mighty beyond description.

"Is that the sword intent of a seven-star grand warrior?" Darren exclaimed.

"Humph. I am wasting my Ancestor Sword Soul on you, an insignificant grand warrior," Timothy griped

at the retort. He could only use the Ancestor Sword Soul three times in a year. As he didn't intend to

mess around with Oscar, Timothy had summoned the precious skill. It was, indeed, a pity that he had

used such a formidable skill, which could kill a two-star grand warrior in one blow, for Oscar.

"Really? Go to hell!" Oscar roared. Though he was astounded when he felt the sword intent released

from the purple-haired old man, Oscar returned to normal after a short while. Moreover, it seemed that

he had nothing to fear.

Hearing his gruesome roar, another figure appeared and launched a palm attack at the shadow of the

old man with purple hair.

"Damn it! Step back!" Darren shouted. Having sensed the anomaly, he immediately dragged Timothy

away from the scene.

The purple-haired old man's eyes glowed as he swung a purple light sword to confront the palm

shadow rushing toward him.

Boom!

The earth shook as the overbearing force and the mighty sword intent collided. All the old trees within a

hundred feet were reduced to wood chippings.

Timothy had earlier assured Darren that the space in the Heavenly Serene Graveyard was very stable.

Even the trees could resist attacks from ordinary one-star grand warriors. Considering how severely the

trees had been damaged, the forces that had collided must have been really powerful.

Based on the strength displayed, the man fighting the purple-haired old man must be at the level of a

two-star grand warrior!

After the collision, the shadow of the old man with purple hair diminished. Without further delay, the old

man swung his sword again, and a little streak of powerful sword intent was released.

"Humph. There is only a little Ancestor Sword Soul remaining. It cannot harm me!" the mysterious man

said.

Darren, Timothy, and Abelard stood and watched. Timothy turned pale when he saw the battle. He

knew that although the Ancestor Sword Soul carried the momentum of a seven-star grand warrior, the

real sword intent attached to it could only kill an ordinary two-star grand warrior.

"Damn it. I can't deal with him. You should escape while the Ancestor Sword Soul can still resist him,"

Timothy sighed with defeat.

"I won't do that. I won't desert you, my friend. Leave him to me!" Abelard said bravely as he released

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Darren, however, remained silent. His brows furrowed as he watched the mysterious man. He couldn't

place it, but Darren felt as though the mysterious man's voice was somewhat familiar to him.

As the ax flew toward its target, a black light appeared. Astonishingly enough, the shadow of a black

dragon rushed out of the light. Its momentum was stronger than that of the old man formed from the

purple light swords.

Once the shadow of the black dragon merged with the purple-haired old man, they appeared to be

well-matched in terms of strength with the mysterious man.

However, at this point, Oscar, who was watching the fight, burst into laughter. In a flash, he flew forward

and landed before Darren, Timothy, and Abelard.

"Ha-ha. What other skills do you have? I guess you have nothing more! Well. Don't blame me for being

rude!"

Oscar bellowed as he continued to laugh. The two men whom he had dreaded all this while had

demonstrated their unique skills. Since he could overpower them, Oscar was convinced that they were

not a threat to him anymore. After all, he was a warrior in the Grand Realm.

Hearing Oscar, Timothy and Abelard became flustered. It was true that they had used their unique

skills against Oscar. It was also true that they couldn't rival Oscar, who was a grand warrior.

"Step back," Darren whispered to Timothy and Abelard before flying forward and glaring at Oscar

coldly.

"Darren, be careful!" Timothy shouted. He and Abelard realized that only Darren had the skills to defeat

Oscar. So, with a quick warning to Darren, the other two men retreated.

"You? There is a slim possibility that the skills shown by your two bastard friends might scare me. But, I

am not afraid of your dark gold internal force. You are so ridiculous!" Oscar mocked. Since there were

no restraints around Darren, Oscar was confident that once he displayed the domain skill, he could

effortlessly kill Darren. With that, Darren had no opportunity to activate his powerful dark gold internal

force.

"Go to hell!" Darren said coldly as the blade and sword intent burst out from his body like torrents

rushing toward their target with terrifying force.