CHAPTER 673 ATTACK THE DWARF

The moment Darren and Hobson were taken to a spot by the old man, they saw a man sitting there.

"It's Jordan, the dwarf!" Hobson growled.

There were countless strange runes surrounding Jordan. Each one of them could only be described as

terrifying.

Darren could feel the real Holy Will coming from the dwarf.

'That's too bad. If Jordan manages to enter the Holy Realm, will he kill me?

I don't think Jordan is a good person. In Jordan's eyes, a person with a low status could be killed at any

time he wants to do it.

But it could be worse if it was the leader of the Dragon Chasing Sect who would break through to the

Holy Realm. After all, if the leader of the Dragon Chasing Sect finds out that I'd killed his elders, he'll

definitely kill me, ' Darren thought to himself.

"Huh! I thought he was a man of my clan, but it turns out he's just an ordinary dwarf," the one-foot-tall

old man said shaking his head.

Hearing this, Hobson almost burst out laughing. He thought it ridiculous that the old man, who was only

about a foot tall, called Jordan a dwarf. This material belongs to .

However, he obviously couldn't laugh because, it was always possible that once Jordan entered the

Holy Realm, he'd kill him the second he got the chance.

"Sir, this dwarf isn't a good person. You must help us no matter what happens next. You can even

threaten him using your standing," Hobson begged the old man pitifully.

However, it appeared that the old man didn't care about Hobson at all.

Bang.

Crawling on the ground, Hobson searched for the old man's feet. He grasped them tightly, and begged

again, "Sir, we're all good people and we're still young. Please grant us this favor."

Seeing Hobson's cowardly expression, Darren really wanted to kick him.

"Hobson! Why are you such a coward?" Darren sent Hobson a message using his spiritual sense.

"How can you call me coward? That old man has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and is super

strong. There's nothing shameful about asking for his help," Hobson replied confidently.

'Nothing shameful...' Darren thought to himself. He almost burst out laughing, but he decided to ignore

Hobson instead.

"All right, all right. You're acting like a pathetic woman. I can order this dwarf not to kill anyone before

you leave here," the old man said impatiently.

"Well, thank you so much, sir. You are so kind. I hope you can live for another 100 years!" Hobson said

and jumped up.

"What? You just hope I can live for 100 years?" the old man asked with a frown.

"No, no. I hope you can live for a million years, Ha-ha!" Hobson smiled while his face blushed in

embarrassment.

"Humph!" The old man stroked his beard and ignored Hobson. He looked at the dwarf with a long face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, the spot Jordan was in exploded. Several unexpected powerful forces shot towards Jordan

without Darren noticing them.

Then four people came down and stood in front of them.

They didn't utter a single word before activating the Fringe Holy Will to fight Jordan.

"I will kill you with my spears!"

The leader of the Dragon Chasing Sect brandished his eight divine spears and stabbed at Jordan's

head.

Buzz.

But a cyan rune lit up on Jordan's head and forced the eight spears to stop. The two collided with one

another, halting the spears in their place.

The scattering Fringe Holy Will attacked Darren and Hobson.

"Roar!"

Darren immediately transformed himself into a dragon and warded off the dispersed Fringe Holy Will.

Hobson, who was hiding behind Darren, was scared out of his wits. The attacks had been too sudden.

"Stop now!" the old man growled.

"Where did this old thing come from? I will kill you first!"

The four men couldn't break the shield Jordan's runes had activated. So when they saw an old man as

big as a cat, they rushed to him without hesitation.

Clap!

The leader of the Golden Sacred Sect clapped his hand and a pale golden light instantly enveloped the

old man.

Darren was shocked when he saw the old man get caught.

"Oh, it's you Darren! How dare you come in! I'll kill you later!" the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect

roared.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you attack me? Orval! You should punish them!"

the old man covered in light suddenly appeared on the other side and said.

When he stopped, a red figure flashed.

Bang!

With one move, the leader of the Golden Sacred Sect was taken down from where he was floating in

the air and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Bang!

Now the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect was taken down by another attack.

Then the remaining two.

After the leaders of the four sects were thrown into the soil, a creature with a dog's head and a cat's

body covered in reddish fur appeared and rubbed against the old man.

Once the creature caught sight of Darren in his dragon form, he sneered, baring his fearsome sharp

teeth.

"These two are not bad guys. Don't start a fight, just be good," the old man said. Only after the old man

reached out his hand and touched the creature did the creature calm down.

Darren returned to his original body and landed on the ground.

"I'm so surprised at your ability to transform into a dragon!" the old man said to Darren admiringly.

"I have used this skill outside of here, you should have noticed it, sir," Darren told him with a quirked

brow.

"How can I know what has happened outside? I, the 29th lord of the Mythological Palace, can only stay

here and guard our palace forever. My spiritual sense can't reach outside the palace," the old man said.

"Oh, I understand." Darren nodded and asked, "Sir, who is this?"

Darren didn't know how to address the creature, so he had to address it as he would a human being.

"This is my godson. You can call him 'Brother'," the old man said with a smile, gently caressing the

creature's head.

"Ha-ha. Brother?"

Hobson couldn't stop his snort of laughter.

He thought, 'It's ridiculous! This creature is the old man's godson? And now I have to call it Brother?

Why?'

Suddenly there was a loud cracking noise.

Hobson stopped laughing immediately, as his face now had a blood mark in the shape of a claw.

"How dare you mock me?" the creature roared.

"What?" Hobson was flabbergasted.

"Don't go causing trouble. If they don't want to call you that, just forget it," the old man told the creature

to stand back. Then he faced Hobson and Darren. "In that case, you can call him Orval."

"Okay, that's good. Nice to meet you, Orval. Did I offend you just now?" Hobson asked.

"Humph!" Orval ignored Hobson.

"Sir, why is Orval's body...?" Darren studied him in confusion.

He had seen many creatures who were pieced together by different kinds of animals since he came

here, and they were all very powerful. The most bizarre thing was that these creatures didn't have

souls, according to Finley.

"Well, to put it simply, the creatures you saw outside were all created by me, including Orval. But unlike

the rest, Orval does have a soul," the old man explained.

"Ah, I get it now," Darren said. Although he didn't really understand what was going on, he didn't want

to ask any more questions.

"After I kill these people, I will show you around and you will understand everything," the old man

continued.

"That's great! Thank you very much!" Hobson was first to respond.

The old man didn't say anything, but he looked at the people who were trapped in the soil.

With a slight wave of his hand, the four men flew outside. They lay on the ground, their lives hanging by

a thread.

"Please spare me, sir!" the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect begged.

"How dare you hit my godfather? You are doomed!" Orval took a step forward, exposing his sharp teeth

and a ferocious light, the red hair on his back standing up.

"Wait a minute. Don't disturb the dwarf. We'll deal with them later," the old man said, and then Orval

stopped.

Boom!

The runes exploded suddenly, making Jordan shine so brightly.

A holy aura stopped Darren in his tracks. He sensed an aura similar to that of the blood red figure who

had come out of the tomb.