CHAPTER 591 BADLANDS

Darren shot a cold glance at the old man.

"If you have to make trouble out of nothing, I don't mind teaching you a lesson here!"

Although the old man had mastered two or three true rule prototypes, he was at most as powerful as a

top-level seven-star grand warrior. Darren still stood a chance of defeating him.

"How arrogant this brat is! At your word, Lord Donald, I will have him punished!" The old man's eyes

twitched as he was humiliated by Darren's words.

"Shut up,"

Donald said flatly and then looked at Darren.

"You are good at arguing. Like you said, even if the Sacred Palace is partly responsible for the incident,

it is an undeniable fact that you have wasted the weapon and skill that Hiram the Great left us. You

cannot do this with impunity."

"Why are you so unreasonable?" Darren's chest heaved violently.

"Guards!" Donald looked at the people guarding the door with a flushed face. "Exile him into the

Badlands. Ban him from entering the area of the Sacred Palace for one hundred years," Donald

ordered without looking at Darren.

The old man pursed his lips as his eyes landed on Darren. What kind of punishment was that?

He took a step forward and was about to speak, but Donald's cold eyes swept on the old man, sending

shivers down his spine.

"Enough. You are annoying me on purpose!" Donald's lips twisted into a dark smile that was even more

terrifying to the old man. "Perhaps you would care to make the decision?"

Donald's robe billowed and a terrible pressure descended on the old man, making him almost kneel.

"No, I dare not," the old man said in a trembling voice. His face became pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"Humph, take action right now!"

Darren's jaw clenched after he heard his punishment.

Although he didn't know what the "exile" meant, it was obviously a punishment. He hadn't done

anything wrong, why should he be punished?

Buzz.

Darren raised his hands, releasing a wave of blade and sword intents.

"What are you doing? How dare you defy me openly? Since that's the case, one hundred more years

for you!"

Darren's face was cold. He took out his sword and rushed out of the palace.

Donald's expressions hardened. "Catch him!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ten golden-armored law enforcers' eyes lit up at the same time, and they rushed after Darren.

Clang!

A long spear flashed in front of Darren, and he stopped in his tracks.

Darren's back broke into a cold sweat. The aura attached to the spear was too strong to resist.

His stunned face was apparent, and two golden-armored law enforcers saw an opportunity. By the time

Darren decided to move, the law enforcers had twisted his arm behind his back.

Darren, marched by the golden-armored law enforcers, could not resist at all.

He was easily suppressed by the inferior holy warriors.

Darren was marched all the way to a place full of colorful clouds.

Just as he started to struggle, the law enforcers threw him into a colorful cloud.

In the hall

"My Lord, you sent him to the Badlands. This is a reward rather than a punishment." Although the old

man had been warned not long ago, he was unwilling to give up.

"Fuck off!"

Donald shouted angrily, and the old man trembled. A force of wind emerged and attacked the old man.

The old man didn't even have the time to react when he was blown out of the hall.

"Law enforcer No.2, which Badlands has he entered?"

A golden-armored law enforcer stepped forward. He was the one who had picked Darren up.

"No. 9. My Lord."

"No. 9 Badlands seems too harsh for him. Although there are a lot of resources, it's too chaotic there.

There are many enemies. If I remember correctly, there are many warriors of your level among them."

Donald frowned.

The law enforcer nodded. "Yes, My Lord. Badlands No. 9 is a dangerous place indeed. But you want to

train Darren, don't you? The harder the training is, the better it will be for him." From ancient times to

the present, every strong warrior was born out of the blood. They thrived under pressure.

The law enforcer looked at Donald without blinking. "So I sent him to the Badlands No. 9 without asking

for your permission."

For the golden-armored law enforcer, what he did was absolutely right.

Donald stayed silent for a long time as if he had been in deep thought. He looked at the golden-

armored law enforcer and nodded. "You're right." Sharp gaze of Donald landed on the path where

Darren had just disappeared. "But remember no matter what happens, you're not allowed to help him.

If he dies, it is his destiny. Do you understand?"

The golden-armored law enforcer hesitated for a while. He opened his mouth and closed as if he was

almost reluctant to say whatever it was in his heart. Ultimately, his fist tightened, and he nodded. "I

understand,"

He bowed his head down at Donald.

"You have something to say, just say it." Donald narrowed his cold eyes at the law enforcer. Donald

saw through him. The law enforcer stilled for a moment and straightened his back.

"My Lord, why don't we send him to the Imperial City or some city of a higher level for training? It is

very likely for a man with his potential to reach the Holy Realm." The golden-armored enforcer had his

eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at Donald.

Donald looked away and shook his head. "No way. The eighteen cities are at the edge of the world,

where killing is more violent. He is too weak to go there. It would be a great pity if he died there. I will

invite him myself once he becomes an inferior holy warrior. It's just that he doesn't know this

punishment is for his own well-being. It won't be good if he ends up having a grudge against me."

The golden-armored law enforcer licked his lips. "Don't worry, My Lord. As far as I know, Darren is very

sensible. I will explain your good intentions to him. He will understand everything."

"Well, we can tackle it then. Now, bring your people to guard the halberd left by Hiram the Great. Make

sure no creature gets in the eight thousand miles radius around it," Donald commanded.

The law enforcer's eyes widened at the words of his lord. "Hasn't the fiend suppressed by the halberd

died yet?" The golden-armored law enforcer was a little shocked.

"The first fiend ancestor has an eternal body. If any part of his body breaks free from the suppression,

he will be resurrected. That's why Hiram the Great and the witcher ancestor hadn't been able to kill the

fiend back then."

"Got it. I'll get right on it."

The golden-armored law enforcer bowed and prepared to leave.

Before he could even move, Donald said, "Hold on. There's one more thing I need you to do."

"Yes, My Lord! Please command."

"The Bottom Spiritual World has integrated with the Medium Spiritual World. Many of the cultivators in

the lower level don't know it yet. Send someone to tell them. Choose some prospects and provide

some useful resources for them. Make sure they can improve their strength as much as possible. As

for those ordinary people, let them live their peaceful life for as long as it can last."

Donald stopped for a while, and a sudden thought flashed through his mind. "Also, no force is allowed

to invade the Bottom Spiritual World's original territory. Anyone that disobeys is the Sacred Palace's

enemies." He turned his head toward the window and put his hands behind his back. "You can leave

now."

"Yes, My Lord."

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didn't know what to do. Besides, they were weak, and they could be easily wiped off of the map by

people from other forces. Donald had to do something to protect them.

The door had already been closed from where Darren was thrown into the clouds. He remained in daze

for a while and still wondered why Donald was forcing him to go through such tribulations. When

Darren recovered, he stood up and scanned the area, only to have his forehead creased. Was he in a

wilderness?

This cloud was actually like a transmission array, but the transmission location was very special. This

vast territory was actually a huge prison.

This place was especially used to imprison evil men. After thousands of years, no less than ten million

of them were confined here. After generations, it became a small world.

The current world in front of Darren had the presence of both vicious and honest men equally.

Darren's mouth twisted, and a frown found its way to his face. Why was Lord Donald so apt in sending

him to this godforsaken place without thinking twice?

What kind of punishment was it?

Just as Darren was about to give up his last straw of hope, something caught his eyes. He squinted his

eyes to scan it for a while. When the realization dawned on him, his mouth fell open. "What is this? An

extraordinary magic herb?"

Right before him, he could see wild ginseng with an abundant spiritual energy that waved back and

forth because of wind.

"It must have lived for at least fifty thousand years!" Darren picked the ginseng and found that the

spiritual energy it contained was ten times more than that of an ordinary magic herb.

'Unfortunately, it's useless for me to absorb its energy.' His face contorted at the thought. Darren put it

away. Perhaps, it could become an exciting gift for someone.

He took a few steps ahead only to halt suddenly. Darren took a step back, and his hand made its way

toward his wide-open mouth. Apparently, ginseng was nothing compared to what was before his eyes.