CHAPTER 667 KILL THE ELDERS

Darren made a gesture to ask Hobson to dodge. He gritted his teeth and flew up to Ivan.

Bang!

Darren swung across his palm with all his might to evade the attack of Ivan.

The impact made Darren fly back hundreds of feet. Ivan, with an evil grin, didn't move one bit.

The result was surprising to everyone. They hadn't expected Darren to resist the attack without getting

a single scratch on his body.

'That guy's physical strength is only a little weaker than the elder's?' everyone wondered secretly.

One should know that Ivan was a powerful martial artist who had comprehended eighty percent of the

Fringe Holy Will. Even if his strength was suppressed, his physical strength and power were still there.

"You are just so-so." Darren shot a cold glance at Ivan.

The physical strength he had displayed had decreased because of his current human body. If he had a

chance to turn into a dragon, Ivan would have been the one to retreat hundreds of feet! Darren could

even have hurt Ivan with just one blow!

"Chief Elder, let me go help Elder Ivan," another elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect requested anxiously.

"Bullshit!" the Chief Elder snorted. "Do you want to go and dishonor our sect?" His cold eyes swept

towards Darren and Ivan. The scene only made him more furious. He wanted to rush in himself, but he

had to hold himself back. In the end, the Chief Elder could only settle with sending a sharp glare at

Darren.

Why?

The reason was simple. It was disgraceful enough for the sect to have two disciples who insulted the

elders. Wouldn't it be more ridiculous if they couldn't take care of such disobedient disciples after

sending more elders?

Therefore, as the Chief Elder, who was in high position and dignity, he didn't allow anyone to help Ivan

at all.

"You are right, Chief Elder. Elder Ivan is strong enough to kill that little bastard. I just worry too much."

The elder bowed his head, but didn't wish to make a move anymore.

Darren rushed towards Ivan first.

The sword and blade intents were frantically surging.

"It's you!"

Realization dawned on Ivan when he felt the blade and sword intents. He had fought a weak disciple

with this skill before. Ivan frowned and swept a glance at Daren.

"Yeah, it's me. So what?"

"Go to hell!" Ivan barred his teeth and rushed at Darren.

He activated his Fringe Holy Will. It flooded towards Darren like a torrent.

Darren scoffed, and a dark gold internal force exploded from his body. It collided with Ivan's Fringe Holy

Will.

Even though Darren was confident about his attack, he knew that his combined force was not as

powerful as Ivan's Fringe Holy Will. In fact, it was still a bit weaker than Ivan's sixty percent Fringe Holy

Will. Since Darren's sword and blade intents hadn't entered the extreme level yet, the power of the

integrated dark gold internal force was also limited.

Besides, his dark gold internal force had been suppressed and weakened by the owner of the golden

hand. Otherwise, the real strength of his dark gold internal force would have blown Ivan into pieces.

After fighting for a quarter of an hour, Darren's attack methods were used up.

Still, it was enough to shock Ivan. It was unknown to Ivan before the fight how powerful and cunning

Darren was in reality. Darren even had skills that were strange but powerful. Ivan's strength was

suppressed, so if Darren chose to run away, Ivan couldn't catch him at all, which would be a disgrace to

his sect.

Ivan pursed his lips and decided to double his effort at attacking Darren.

The Fringe Holy Will was constantly bursting, and the radiant light rushed straight into the sky. The

scene became bright enough for everyone to squint their eyes. Some even covered their eyes and

relied on their ears to know what was happening.

Roar!

Darren gave a roar, and everyone was covered with the aura of dragon and fiend.

"What?"

"What the hell? He turned into a dragon!"

The jaws of the so-called strong martial artists were about to fall on the ground after seeing the huge

dragon.

They could not help but shiver as they sensed the evil and cold aura around the dragon.

"I see. He is from the Dragon Blood Clan!"

"The Dragon Blood Clan? Wasn't there a sinner of that clan who had been expelled here tens of

thousands of years ago? He had already died!"

"Humph! This guy is sure to be his descendant!"

The disciples from the Divine Mountain Sect discussed heatedly. The scene in front of them was similar

to the legend of a person who once called himself the Dragon Blood Clan tens of thousands of years

ago.

"What is the Dragon Blood Clan?" The elders of other sects began to inquire.

The rule cultivators were also excited to see Darren turning into a dragon, so they started to tell the

legend they had heard from their ancestors.

Darren didn't want to quench their thirsts.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and an olive-black aura surrounded him. Ivan couldn't help but take a few

steps back unconsciously.

Darren tightened his jaw and swung his tail at Ivan.

Bang!

At first, Ivan stretched out his hand to hit the dragon tail. The tail, however, was more powerful than his

mere imagination. One hit and it threw Ivan back at a distance.

Darren had absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy and transformed it into the dragon blood aura

and the demonic internal force. Ultimately, he was feeling much stronger than before!

The painful sensation in Ivan's hand was so high that it became numb. His hand had collided with the

dragon tail, and the vibration had broken the meridians on his palm. He gritted his teeth and summoned

his Holy Will to heal his hand.

"Ha-ha! You'd better ask the losers of the Dragon Chasing Sect to fight with him together. I don't

believe that loser elder can beat the dragon."

"That's right. He is such a loser. He even dared to order the other to kneel in front of him. I think he

should do that instead."

After the people of the other sects heard the legend of the Dragon Blood Clan, they began to insult Ivan

and his sect. They didn't care about the severity of the matter. They only wanted the gossip.

"Shut up!" The Chief Elder's sharp eyes landed on the group. "If you make fun of the elders of our sect

one more time, we will start a fight with you!" The Chief Elder had already been driven to madness by

the gossips.

"Okay! Let's fight! Who do you think you are? If it weren't for the order of my master, I would have

beaten you up already!"

a strong rule cultivator stepped out and roared. There were a number of rule cultivators and elders of

the other sects, and they were no weaker than the elders of the Dragon Chasing Sect. They were not

afraid of the Chief Elder at all.

The shout from the rule cultivator made the Chief Elder shut up like a deflated ball. He couldn't be as

confident and arrogant as he was before. If he really started a fight, he would not only disobey the

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"Why don't you say anything? What? Are you afraid now? If you keep on shouting at us, I'll give you a

few slaps on your face to make you silent! You old bastard!" The people of the Divine Mountain Sect

arrogantly stood on the ground and glared at the other party.

The Chief Elder gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks kept trembling. Finally, he closed his

eyes and accepted the mockery silently.

His gaze landed on Darren. Even if he couldn't attack the other elders at the same level as him, he

would still bully a junior who turned into a dragon.

He didn't have time to care about his dignity anymore. Anyway, he was already so humiliated after all.

"All of you, go up and kill the disobedient bastard!" The Chief Elder gnashed his teeth and resolved to

himself to kill Darren at all costs. He couldn't let the other person walk away just like that.

"Yes, Chief Elder!"

The male elder and female elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect exchanged looks and rushed to kill

Darren at the same time.

Three strong martial artists with sixty percent of the Fringe Holy Will attacked Darren together.

A scowl crawled on Darren's face. He swung his dragon tail at the three elders like a flashing shadow.

The impact forced them to retreat one step after another.

The fight continued for what felt like hours. Three elders dodged the attacks and continued to find an

opening to rush at Darren. However, no matter how much they struggled, Darren was always one step

ahead. Ultimately, quarters of an hour later, Darren's dragon claws lunged at one person.

Bang!

The man was thrown in the direction of the Sea of Sand and Fire because of the impact. He vomited

mouthful of blood and his eyes soon started to become heavy.

"Get him back!" Ivan ordered the female elder.

The female elder flew over in an attempt to bring the elder back.

How could Darren let her do as she wished? Of course not!

He turned into an olive-black light and flew towards the elder who had been thrown away. His dragon

claws shot hundreds of times, and he sent the elder directly into the depths of the fire sea.

A cloud of black smoke rose from the sea of fire. The elder was burned into ashes. Darren naturally

absorbed his martial artist's talent.

"Oh my God! You killed Elder Walt! I'll kill you, bastard!"

This female elder stared at the scene for a long time. Her face turned from pale white to green, and she

was finally red in anger. She had a dubious relationship with Elder Walt. Now that Walt was dead, of

course, Elder Queena went mad.

Ivan and Queena mustered all their strength to attack Darren.

The fight was fierce, and they almost regretted jumping impulsively. After an hour of battle, the elders'

body had severe injuries, and blood was continuously dripping on the ground. They were beaten up

and almost fell from the sky.

On the other hand, Darren only got several scales broken and was not seriously injured at all.

"Ah!" The Chief Elder roared like a beast when he saw that the three elders were all defeated. His face

flushed in anger. The Chief Elder's body flashed towards Darren.

'So you're using only seventy percent of the Fringe Holy Will? It seems that your power has been

suppressed quite a lot too, old asshole, ' Darren thought, and the corner of his lips lifted.

Yes, the old man had the capacity of using seventy percent of the Fringe Holy Will. So what? He still

hadn't used his black flame yet!