CHAPTER 544 A MOUNTAIN OF PRIMITIVE STONES (PART ONE)

From the start, Darren had had the upper hand in this battle, thanks to the divine weapons. Not only did

it boost his strength, but it also suppressed that of the demon. He was about as powerful now as a five-

star grand warrior at the top level.

The demon's chest heaved as he took laborious breaths, and his eyes flashed with brutal ferocity. He

was never one to gracefully accept defeat.

"You lowlife. I cannot believe you would stoop to using those divine weapons to suppress me. How

unspeakable and shameful of you!"

The demon took a moment to grind out these wrathful words. As soon as he was done, though, he did Belongs © to .

something that was way beyond Darren's comprehension.

In a fast, deliberate motion, he lifted a razor-sharp finger and jabbed it into his own head. Moaning and

grumbling painfully, he dragged his hand downward, making a wound that traveled all the way down his

middle.

With further hideous noises, the demon tore at his own chest, the two halves of his face twisting and

twitching until he'd at last pulled himself in two.

But as soon as the two pieces had completely separated, they began to regenerate, reforming until

now two whole demons stood, ready for combat.

Darren's face was screwed up in disgust as he observed this revolting spectacle. 'Well, damn! That

was gross. I've never seen anything like that before!' Nevertheless, he wasn't particularly alarmed.

After all, he was sure he could handle two demons about as easily as one.

However, to his shock and dismay, the two newly-formed demons immediately began to tear at

themselves just like the one before, intending to repeat the process of generating more avatars.

"Shit! This looks really bad for me!" Darren exclaimed.

Now he was no longer so confident. If those two demons completed this process, he would have to

face four of them at once, which was more than even he could handle.

His glorious sword hissed as he drew it.

Without hesitation, Darren threw himself at his adversaries. He could not allow them to finish

multiplying again!

A golden light wreathed his divine weapons. Taking no chances, he called on all of his power now,

which was far greater than that of the common premium blade intent and sword intent.

"Die, whelp!"

shouting this, one of the demons defensively raised his massive claws.

"Try and block this!" Darren retorted as he closed in.

His blade whirled in a storm of attacks, sending the demon backpedaling in a hasty retreat.

But the contest was over in mere seconds.

Not only did Darren have strong blade and sword intents, but his olive-black force and dark gold

internal force were equally powerful. When he used all of these abilities at once, few indeed could

withstand his attack!

While the demon was still reeling under the assault of the blade and sword intents, Darren blasted him

with his olive-black force and dark gold internal force at the same time. The next thing he knew, there

was a long, bloody stain on the floor where the demon used to be.

Without stopping to gloat, Darren rounded on his other foe, who was still trying to split himself in two.

Speed was critical here. Strong as Darren was, he couldn't keep exerting himself like this for very much

longer.

Before even closing the distance, he blasted another full-on barrage.

The ground shook as mystical energies surged through the air.

Meanwhile, the demon had almost torn himself into two pieces. While the process was still incomplete,

he was in no position to defend himself.

"Gah! How could I lose to a lowlife such as you?!" he screamed in agonized frustration as the blast

began to reach him.

His furious, hateful glare would have struck terror into almost any mortal man.

All it did was annoy Darren, though. "Just die already!"

With that, he slashed through the tear the demon had created, cutting him all the way in two. Before

either piece could move, he cut through them as well with another swing of his sword.

Reduced to bloody chunks of flesh, the demon collapsed, finally dead for good.

Sheathing his sword, Darren looked away from the grisly sight. Straight away, something on the ground

nearby caught his eye. It was a small, glittering purple bead.

"Now, what's this? Where did it come from?" he asked himself. Thinking it might be something of value,

he went over to take a closer look.

A familiar, panicked voice interrupted him. "Stop right there! Don't touch it!"

Darren stopped as Anna came out of nowhere and landed right in front of him, blocking his path.

"You can't possibly be this stupid!" she went on. "If you take that thing and keep it on you, I assure you

that you will die a very horrible death. It's no joke!"

"Are you serious?" asked Darren, frowning. "What makes it so dangerous?"

"The Starry Tower is a place full of temptations and traps," the young lady explained, "and this purple

bead is one of them, set for those who are greedy and insatiable. If you so much as touch that thing,

you will be poisoned with an incurable drug and your flesh will melt away over the course of three days

before you finally die. Doesn't sound very pleasant, does it?"

"What kind of poison is this? Can it really be that strong?" Darren knew for a fact that he was tough,

and it was hard to believe that any mere poison could even penetrate his skin. Besides that, he wasn't

going to take anything Anna told him at face value.

She shrugged at him. "You don't believe me, do you? I can see it in your eyes. You know what? Go

ahead and touch it. See for yourself. But before you do, you should know that that bead can even kill

someone at a much higher level than yourself. Someone like this demon you just killed, or someone

who has reached the Holy Realm!"