CHAPTER 680 ATTEMPT TO KILL THE LEADER OF THE BRONZE PALACE

Darren walked out to the black palace, following the old man from behind.

"Halt!" the old man stared in front and shouted, abruptly stopping his tracks.

Orval was tied up by several rune chains, his body covered in purple colored bruises.

"What? Who the hell are you? How dare you mind my business?"

a short human in front of them barked. He was none other than the dwarf, Jordan.

"Silence! This man is the person who is in charge of the Mythological Palace," Darren roared loudly,

offended at how this bastard wouldn't even show the slightest bit of respect.

Jordan threw a cold glare at Darren as the corners of his lips twitched to stop a smirk. "How did you get

in here? Well, never mind that. After I kill all of you, I will give you my congratulations. Ha ha."

Jordan didn't give a damn about Darren's announcement. He had reached the Holy Realm now and

arrogance was already embedded in his blood. There was no need to care about who was in charge of

the palace.

"How dare you!" The old man's figure disappeared and then suddenly appeared above the dwarf.

Bang!

The runes on the old man's palm exploded as the space in front of him began to collapse. The black

space cracks caused a small wave reverberate around his target's throat.

"Ah, you! You have reached the junior level of the Holy Realm!"

The dwarf stood in shock when he sensed the strong power coming from the old man.

Once the old man ensured that the dwarf was restrained by the space cracks he had created, he

walked up to Orval's side and merely waved his hand. In a second, all of his injuries recovered.

"I have to kill him right now!"

Orval's eyes turned red and he rushed towards the dwarf.

The fact was, Orval was much stronger compared to the other four sect leaders, but far weaker than a

real holy warrior.

Orval kept swinging his sharp claws which had left horrible scars on Jordan's face. Despite so, it was

almost impossible for him to kill a holy warrior.

"Stop! You absolute garbage, I'll kill you even if it costs my life!" Jordan was enraged. He did not have

the guts to fight against the creature who was much stronger than himself. But he was the kind of

person who wouldn't bear suffering losses and if he really got angry, he would dare to fight!

Boom!

The black earth began to shake and rumble violently.

Bang!

The space cracks that restrained the dwarf were completely shattered by a spear.

Three people gracefully landed in front of the dwarf one by one.

"You?"

The dwarf was shocked when he realized who those people were. He could feel that they all had

managed to step into the Holy Realm!

"You also manage to break through to the Holy Realm?"

"Of course," the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect mocked.

"Where is the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect?"

"Why bother asking? I've already cut him into millions of pieces." The leader of the Dragon Chasing

Sect laughed coldly.

What had happened between them was obvious: since the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect did not get

the chance to reach the Holy Realm, it was without a doubt that he was killed by those people.

After all, these men were both ruthless and merciless.

"Did the three of you come here to kill me?" Jordan swallowed. If these three were to fight against him

together, he would be in immense danger.

"Kill you? You're kidding." As the leader of the Golden Sacred Sect spoke, he looked at the old man.

Darren stared at the playful glint in that man's eyes, and a bad feeling suddenly came over him. These

people wanted to kill the old man!

The old man noticed the sick expression and figured out what they had in mind.

Knowing that they didn't come here to kill him, relief washed over Jordan. But at the same time, with

doubts lingering on his tongue he dared to ask, "Are you planning to kill the lord of the bronze palace?"

"Ha ha ha! He is by no means a lord. He is just nothing but trash," the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect

claimed.

"How dare you!" The old man widened his eyes in disbelief which quickly exchanged to fury. He felt his

heart ache when he thought that this man and his companions who just reached the Holy Realm dared

to kill him.

"Don't talk nonsense with him. Let's go. You should think twice before making a decision, Jordan. If you

don't join us to kill the old man, we will have no choice but to kill you!" As the Golden Sacred Sect's Belongs © to .

leader claimed, the golden light around his body exploded. With the dreadful pressure from the golden

light, he was almost like the holy warrior who came out from the tomb.

"Kill the godson of the old man first!" In a flash, the leader of the Dragon Chasing Sect beheaded Orval

with his spear.

The old man did not expect that at all. His emotions immediately went out of control the moment he

realized the dripping blood was from Orval.

The old man appeared to divide himself into four parts, his short palms constantly slapping each of the

four men.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four people were forced into the soil.

"Ha ha, you see. As we guessed, this old man doesn't have any attacking skills; he can only rely on his

physical strength."

They were not afraid of the attack, instead it baited them as they shook with excitement.

"Old bastard, you scared me just now. Turns out you were just bluffing. Then the four of us will kill you

today and claim this place as ours." The dwarf already knew the old man's true powers and thus felt

relieved as his initial trouble of not being strong enough to compete with him now had a solution.

Since the four of them had broken through to the Holy Realm, they were certain that they could defeat

this weak old man.

"Let's kill this man together!" The four murderous intent burst out at the same time, and the terrible aura

made the heaven and earth tremble.

"Sir..." Darren looked at the old man nervously.

"Let's go." The old man took Orval's body and disappeared along with Darren.

"What? Damn it! He's the leader of this palace. Besides, the space rule is constantly fluctuating around

him. We won't be able to catch him," the dwarf said with a frown.

"Humph! Where would he go? Let's search for him," Harrison, the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect,

growled coldly.

"Alright, let's conduct a search."

The old man and Darren materialized in the stone hall.

"Sir, please revive Orval now. Those bastards are so malicious," Darren said through gritted teeth.

The old man kept silent, his face crestfallen as he held Orval's corpse to his chest.

"How many years has it been? Without Orval's company, I would have gone mad from the loneliness.

Did you know how happy I was when I resurrected Orval and found out he still had a soul?

I know. When I said he was my godson, you must've laughed at me. But he is really like my own child."

Tears coursed down the old man's cheeks as he whimpered.

"Sir? You should use the Life True Rule to bring him back to life!" Darren suggested.

"It's not possible. He is a stitched body. Once he dies, he will not be able to react to the Life True Rule."

The old man's voice cracked as he shook his head.

Darren kept silent. No wonder he was so sad. The child who had accompanied him for tens of

thousands of years couldn't be brought back to life. Anyone would be sad.

To be fair, there were no real living beings in this palace. Without Orval, perhaps as the old man himself

said, he would have gone mad too due to loneliness.

Darren felt his chest ache.

"Damn it! I will kill those bastards to avenge Orval!" Darren vowed.

"Ah!" The old man's sadness immediately changed to fury. One rune on his body exploded, and the

entire hall shook.

A moment later, the shaking stopped and he raised his head, determination glinting in his eyes.

He bore a look of anger and utter humiliation. "Why should I be so merciful? Why don't I cultivate the

method of killing! As a junior holy warrior, I could only stand by and watch as my child was murdered by

those new holy warriors. Why am I so stupid?"

the old man roared with remorse. He regretted that he did not have any means of attacking. As a junior

holy warrior, he could not even suppress the supposedly inferior holy warriors.

"Darren, you must help me kill them. Even if I break the rule of the first lord of the palace, I still want

you to kill them. Promise me!" The old man was silent for a while, and then looked at Darren hopefully.

"No, sir." Darren shook his head.

"You! You don't want to help me? Why? Why?" The old man felt like he was about to go crazy.

"Sir, you misunderstood me. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I was already planning to

kill them!" Darren said coldly.

"Good, that's good. You can concentrate on your cultivation. Once you reach the combat power that is

equivalent to eighty percent of the Fringe Holy Will, with my help, you can kill them however you want!"

Darren looked at the old man. At that moment, he realized how horrible were the eyes looking back at

him were.