CHAPTER 645 THE BIG SHOT

The strongest leading elder of the Golden Sacred Sect, Webster, advanced towards the Chief Elder, his

eyes reflecting pure rage.

"Go to hell!"

Webster howled and proceeded to strike the Chief Elder a thousand times with his almighty fist.

The Chief Elder took a step back, one after the other, dodging the strikes so easily that it put the other's Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

strength to shame. He then raised his hand and called upon the golden plate.

"Do you really think your body cannot be destroyed?" the Chief Elder sneered.

The golden plate in the Chief Elder's hand released golden light again. This time, all the golden light

condensed into a saber in his hand.

With speed beyond comparison, the saber slashed its way towards the elder of the Golden Sacred

Sect.

"Humph? Too weak! Did you really think that kind of weapon could even land a scratch on me?"

Webster crossed his arms over his head in an attempt to block the attack, which ended up colliding

with the golden saber.

The deafening explosion resulted to both of them being thrown into the air, debris filling up the space

between them and blinding their sight.

Whoosh!

A few moments later, a silhouette emerged from the sky.

He stood in front of the other man with an aura to kill overflowing him. It was the Chief Elder from the

Dragon Chasing Sect.

Webster, on the other hand, was severely injured with both of his arms dripping with blood and it took

everything in him to muster up the energy to even sit up. He gaped at the former in shock. It was clear

that he was still in disbelief to what had happened mere seconds ago.

"No way! That is impossible! Both of us possess ninety percent of Holy Will. How could you so easily

destroy my indestructible body?" Webster roared, glaring daggers at the other in front of him while

cursing to himself under his breath when his limbs refused to cooperate. Never in a thousand years

would he ever imagine himself being in this kind of situation.

Upon seeing the event unfold, the rest of the elders of the Golden Sacred Sect who watched the battle

were also shocked. Immediately, they broke out in cold sweat. If Webster died, they would have

absolutely no chance of survival against the Chief Elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect.

"Indestructible? Bullshit! What a complete buffoon! Was that the quality that made you think so highly of

yourself to the point of birthing arrogance?" barked one of the elders from the Dragon Chasing Sect.

"We initially wanted to spare your lives, but your shamelessness that convinced you to steal our

treasures will be your downfall. Forgiveness is no longer an option. Go to hell!"

Now it was the elders of the Dragon Chasing Sect's turn to act arrogant. They had the Chief Elder to

back them up, after all. Defeat was no longer siding with them—not when the odds were in their favor.

Boom.

A blast of light suddenly exploded onto the ground. Webster stood up despite his wobbling legs,

presumably demanding a rematch with the Chief Elder.

"If I can break this so-called indestructible body of yours the first time, what makes you think I can't do it

the second? Do you really think you can beat me? Are you still willing to put up a fight?" the Chief Elder

sneered.

"Even if I die by your filthy hands, I will try whatever I can to hurt you!"

Webster raised his fist and swung it towards the Chief Elder's direction like a shadow once again.

His fist had the horrible power of impact as if an asteroid hitting the earth. The earth began to tremble

from the force, once again blinding everything and everyone with sand and stones.

"What a fierce battle! If I were in the battlefield, I would be turned to ashes in mere seconds," Hobson

declared. He was dumbfounded by the two elders' power.

Hobson wasn't the only one of course, as Darren shared the same feeling.

The power of the ninety percent Fringe Holy Will was so overwhelming that he couldn't even breathe at

such a distance.

'Currently, I am a five-star grand warrior. If I want to defend myself, I have to reach at least the top level

of the six-star stage. But I have to enter the seven-star stage, to even get a chance of fighting against

them, ' Darren thought to himself.

The seven-star Grand Realm was vast to say at least. The elders currently fighting were possibly at the

top level of the seven-star stage.

'I am unsure whether Hanson and Mathew could beat them there and then.'

Despite having the reputation of being strong cultivators, these two fighting elders were far inferior

compared to Hanson and Mathew.

Hanson was at the top level of the seven-star Grand Realm as he had cultivated both his sword and

blade at the same time. Had he not been poisoned, he could have been able to kill a holy warrior.

Mathew's killing sword intent was also considered a powerhouse, at the same time his physical

strength was not weaker than Hanson's. The two were truly unconquerable among the seven-star

grand warriors.

"It looks like will soon be our turn to take action," speculated Darren. After observing for a moment, he

noticed the aura of one person in the thick smoke getting weaker. It was obvious that Webster was

going to meet his demise soon.

"Well, I was thinking the same thing. After Webster dies, we'll immediately attack his companions as a

precaution, in case that we would be punished by the old bastards from Dragon Chasing Sect." Hobson

nodded as a silent agreement to Darren's suggestion. Soon enough, both of them decided to inch

closer towards the battlefield.

As the smoke faded away by the Holy Will, the silhouettes of the two elders came into view.

The Chief Elder held his head high, arrogance painting his features as he stood untouched. In front of

him, Webster was down on his knees midair, blood painting his body madder red. His eyes reflected

nothing: absent from all the determination to win. He did not expect that the Chief Elder of the Dragon

Chasing Sect could be so powerful.

"If I had refined my indestructible body with better precision, you would have died for sure." There were

no emotions reflected in Webster's voice.

"Ha-ha, you've lived for so many years, but only now do you question the possibility of 'if'? Listen, 'if'

doesn't exist, you understand? What an imbecile." The Chief Elder scoffed. He found Webster's words

to be hilarious.

The other three elders of the Golden Sacred Sect looked as white as a ghost. What hope did they have

once Webster died?

"Everyone, prepare your escape. But it will be God's decision whether we make it out here alive or not,"

one of the elders ordered to the other two using his spiritual sense.

"Let's run away in different directions."

The moment he stopped speaking, the three figures swiftly flew in three different directions.

"You want to escape?"

The four elders from the Dragon Chasing Sect had already locked the three elders of the Golden

Sacred Sect with their own spiritual senses ahead of time and began their pursuit immediately.

It wasn't long until the three elders of the Golden Sacred Sect were captured.

"Please let me go. I vow I will express my gratitude to you with treasures in the future," one of the three

elders begged, tossing all of his shame out the window in favor for saving his own life.

"Are you an idiot? You were so arrogant moments ago, but now you are just like a dog begging us to let

you go. Why should we comply to your request?" An elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect sneered. He

apparently did not want to let the elders of the Golden Sacred Sect go, especially not that easily.

"So it's not negotiable?"

The elders of the Golden Sacred Sect had no choice but to fight, in order to get a chance of survival.

Eighty percent of Fringe Holy Will suddenly burst out.

Darren and Hobson drew closer to the battlefield, staying approximately three thousand feet away in

the air.

"Eighty percent of the Fringe Holy Will is far weaker compared to ninety percent of it," Darren muttered

to Hobson.

"You are right. Increasing the Fringe Holy Will by ten percent is far different if compared to a different

percentage. If one person has even a ten percent advantage, he will be far more powerful than before,"

said Hobson.

"Let's wait for now. When the fight is about to come to an end, we'll go there and give them an extra

blow," Darren concluded as he turned his head back to take a look at the battlefield.

"This is exciting. I have never killed a person who has more than fifty percent of the Holy Will. Now I

have the chance to kill people who have seventy to eighty percent! This is going to feel fantastic!"

Hobson grinned. He was anticipating to what would happen next.

A while after the match had started, the elders of the Golden Sacred Sect were soon defeated due to

their momentum being weaker than of their rivals. Each of them were terribly injured in the battle and

their fighting capacities were decreased as well.

"Kill!" Darren roared and dashed towards the battlefield along with Hobson at the same time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Faint sounds were heard from a distance, echoing between the mountains constantly.

"What? Don't rush. Stop!" Darren stopped immediately after he heard the sounds. He raised his hand

and stopped Hobson before continuing any further.

"What's that sound? Is anything coming?" Hobson turned around to face the direction where the voice

had suddenly emerged.

A few moments later, a pale golden light began to cover the horizon.

An eye-catching man walked over to them from the golden hue. The smile he gave when their eyes

met could steal hearts.

Their hearts skipped a beat just from looking at him.

The muffled sounds from earlier were produced from the man's steps. A step of his was as far as fifty

kilometers. Moments after, he arrived to the crowd.

"Why do you kill people?" the man broke the silence and asked calmly. His aura was full of unrivaled

magnificence, frightening everyone present.

"Who are you? How dare you meddle in our business?" The elder who had the lowest cultivation base

of the Dragon Chasing Sect gathered his courage to shout. He had come to a conclusion that as long

as they had the Chief Elder with them, they could not be defeated in terms of momentum.

Slap!

The elder was slapped hard in the face.

To everyone's surprise, it was not the man who had appeared out of nowhere, but the Chief Elder had

flown over from the other side of the venue and slapped him.

This had made everyone lost for words. They all wondered to themselves who the mysterious man

was.

After making sure that elder had understood that he had made a mistake, the Chief Elder quickly flew

towards Webster and gently helped him up.

"Ha-ha, are you alright, Webster? I apologize for hurting you when we practiced our skills moments

ago. I truly am so sorry!" The face the Chief Elder was making was far from a smile as his own voice

had begun to betray him; it was as if he was trying hard not to cry.

Darren and the others stepped back, not being able to piece the puzzles together as to why the Chief

Elder had suddenly had a change of heart. They only understood that the man who arrived was

peculiar and frightened the Chief Elder terribly.

"Master." The elders of the Golden Sacred Sect stood dumbfounded for a moment before they flew

over in realization and gave a salute to the man, half kneeling.