CHAPTER 783 HORRIBLE POWER

Darren's aura was like that of a dragon descending from outer space, making everyone around him

cower in fear.

Even so, his aura continued to grow stronger.

Cold and dark.

These two words perfectly described Darren at that time.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

His roars were flat, devoid of any emotion.

After fusing, the inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan had evolved to the top level.

Darren's Augmented Attack Bloodline also began to activate.

One hundred times.

Two hundred times.

One thousand times!

After fusing the dragon avatars and activating one thousand times Augmented Attack Bloodline,

Darren's dragon body's fighting capacity drastically increased. It was a pity, however, that the

Augmented Attack Bloodline was unable to increase the power of the dark gold internal force and the

olive-black force on its own.

The three commanders all stared blankly at the dragon.

"His aura surpasses that of Theodore!"

The three commanders bristled, threatened by what they were seeing. All sorts of Holy Wills shot out

from their bodies, their auras getting stronger by the minute.

"Let's use the Cross Combination Skill. We will lose if we don't work together!" one of the commanders

said, impassioned.

Cross Combination Skill was a powerful martial arts skill. It would combine the three's fighting

capacities into one.

"Okay, let's use it to protect ourselves."

Buzz.

Their bodies swirled around, bending time and space.

Gradually, they began to join into one entity.

All these Holy Wills were working together in full cooperation.

"Roar!"

"Ah!"

Darren moved and so did the three commanders. It was time for them to end this.

The spectators watched them in awe.

"I didn't expect Darren to be this powerful."

Finley could feel that Darren had matched the power of junior holy warriors who had been mastering

their skills for centuries.

"Amazing!" the middle-aged man murmured.

Colorful lights flashed all around and roars erupted from the figures, terrorizing the crowd.

With powerful momentum, the dragon's body clashed with the Holy Will. Belongs © to .

Bang!

Darren's dragon tail whacked the three commanders.

Their armors were reduced to dust and their clothes disintegrated into nothingness.

Blue flames tried to incapacitate Darren and reduce his speed and power, but they were not able to do

much.

Belligerent spirits rose into a storm and shot towards Darren's heart.

Darren and the three commanders collided. The massive impact scattered them all over the space.

Both parties were terribly wounded after such a fierce confrontation.

"Ha. It's not as bad as we thought." The three commanders grew more confident, realizing that they still

had some combat power left in them.

"Phew!"

All of a sudden, the ice cold aura around Darren began to vanish.

"What? What's happening?" the three commanders exclaimed in confusion.

Darren transformed back into his human form.

He was beaten and bruised from the fight and was dripping in sweat.

"Are you giving up so easily?"

After transforming into the dragon, his power was on par with that of the three commanders combined.

Darren felt satisfied.

"I've wasted too much time, but I've tested out how far I can go and how much better at fighting I've

become," Darren said, amused.

"Tested yourself? What nonsense is this?" The three commanders sneered at Darren, dumbfounded by

his statement.

Was this guy crazy? He had used the inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan, but he still said he

was just testing himself?

Elsa let out a sigh of relief. Watching the battle had made her nervous, but seeing Darren's skill in his

dragon form come up to par with that of the three commanders', she became more confident in his

abilities.

Suddenly, a dark aura settled into the space.

A Primitive Force suddenly covered the void.

Two different forces surged wildly in Darren's elixir field, as if they couldn't wait to break out.

The perfect Shura Formula began to evolve and a series of Shura Forces became condensed.

Darren glowed red and the blade and sword in his hand blazed with blood flame.

"Huh!"

Feeling the power, the three commanders were dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, they flew

backwards.

"What kind of power is this?" It was the middle-aged man who screamed.

Darren's power carried the dark, spectral aura of an innate king. The middle-aged man was in shock

after sensing Darren's power.

'Which cultivation is it of the three supreme cultivations? The Destructive Cultivation?' the middle-aged

man thought to himself.

A person who possessed even just one of the three supreme cultivations after reaching the Holy Realm

was truly terrifying.

For example, Mathew, who possessed the killing sword intent, was able to kill a top-level inferior holy

warrior even before reaching the Holy Realm. Of course, Mathew had never actually used his real

power. Darren guessed he could kill an inferior holy warrior, but he was uncertain whether or not

Mathew could hold his own against a junior holy warrior.

If Mathew entered the Holy Realm, he would be more powerful than Darren.

Darren still had a long way to go to reach the highest level of his Shura Force. Only a holy emperor

could evolve a perfect Shura Force. In this case, the Shura Force would scatter the thunder

punishment of the Heavenly Repression.

Lord Donald and Auberon were both speechless.

They marveled at Darren's power and talent. Deep inside, they could not help but feel resigned.

"Darren is frightening. I guess he is only slightly weaker than me now. He is so great!" Finley's face lit

up.

Darren's aura reached the top level again, which was much stronger than the fusion of the inheritance

skill of the Dragon Blood Clan.

Blood red light spread out. The blood red figure rushed towards the three commanders.

"Suppress!"

The blood red light looked like a sea of blood and it enveloped the void.

The space turned into nothingness, and everything began to vanish.

The Shura Force, which was comparable to the unimpaired dark gold internal force, was so powerful. It

made the air thicker and everyone present had a hard time breathing.

"We submit..." the commanders sputtered, gasping for air.

Before they could finish speaking, their bloody bodies scattered around the space.

"You! How dare you do this to them!" the middle-aged man said angrily.

Whoosh!

The middle-aged man flew over and gave off substantial Holy Will, suppressing the bloody red light.

The Shura Force was so violent that it significantly damaged the Holy Will of the middle-aged man

before fully disappearing.

Though he had just become an inferior holy warrior, Darren was able to incapacitate a senior holy

warrior. He was such a legend!

Everything was quiet now. The Shura Force on Darren's body receded.

Among the eight commanders, seven of them had passed out all weak and bloody. The only one

whose body was intact was the commander that Finley had hurt earlier.

He felt lucky that he got injured first, otherwise he would end up like the other commanders. The rest of

them were seriously injured. He was not sure whether they would wake up again. Even if they did, they

would never be the same.

Darren won.

He defeated the eight commanders on his own.

Nothing could surpass this moment.

"Master Darren is awesome!"

The small crowd formed by the disciples of the Sacred Palace whooped and cheered, their voices

thundering throughout the space.

Their joy couldn't be contained.

"Hey, you! Take these bastards away to heal, and then send them to the Sacred Palace to stand on

trial. Am I making myself clear?" Darren said angrily.

The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched and he stood there speechless.

"You have a great potential, but you are arrogant. I must teach you a lesson."

At this time, Darren was standing very close to the middle-aged man. Not even Finley could go to

rescue him.

The middle-aged man shot out his hand, attacking Darren.

"I will break some of your meridians and send you to sleep for hundreds of years!" the middle-aged

man roared coldly.