CHAPTER 83 THE LEADER OF THE ILMEN SECT

Halfway up the Arrow Mountain, the three strong cultivators released overbearing forces that made it

difficult for the rest to breathe normally. The bones of the disciples with low cultivation bases who

witnessed the commotion broke. The stronger ones hurriedly fled from the battlefield. They knew that

once the fight began, it would be too late for them to escape.

On the other hand, two old men stood on the top of a distant mountain observing what was going on in

Arrow Mountain.

"What do you think of this?" asked a thin, haggard old man with a grim expression.

"The storm is on the way," the other old man sighed. "Wayne, which School do you think was

responsible for Brad's death?"

He was the leader of Ilmen Sect who hadn't shown himself in his sect in the past decade. Brad, the

man he mentioned, was the Elder of the Discipline Cabinet, the Chief Elder of Ilmen Sect.

"None among the Elders of five schools was a match for Brad. Even if three Elders worked together,

they would not have been able to murder Brad without being discovered. I suspect that the murderer

must be at the Wonder Realm!" Wayne replied. "There is only one person who can send out a Wonder

Realm cultivator in our sect. I'm sure you know who he is," he added.

Frowning, he continued, "But there is one thing I can't figure out. Why did he want Brad dead? Wouldn't

it have been better to take us out instead?"

The leader of the Ilmen Sect thought as he scrunched up his eyebrows. "There is only one explanation

for that: the murderer has just entered the Wonder Realm. I have been training privately in the past ten

years. He was probably unsure if I have reached the Wonder Realm. His purpose was to lure me in to

show up," he said.

"No wonder you haven't taken any action yet. You did this to make them fear you so that they would not

take the next step easily," Wayne observed.

"But they will see through my plan sooner or later," the sect leader said with a sigh. "I guess they will

make a move on the upcoming Five Schools Competition. On that day, all the members of our sect will

be present. It would be a good chance for them. I'm just afraid that they might get more than one helper

of Wonder Realm."

"What do you think we should do? We can't sit around and watch that bastard rebel," Wayne said.

"I have no clue. But perhaps I can appear to stop their fight to scare that mysterious Wonder Realm

cultivator."

"Have you already reached the Wonder Realm? If you haven't, then I wouldn't advise you to meddle.

Else, things might turn out badly for you."

"I almost reached it. It's too hard to comprehend Omnipotent Talent Skill. I just need another three

months to work on it. After that, perhaps I can reach the Wonder Realm. But... I no longer have that

much time. I have no choice but to give it a shot,"

the sect leader concluded.

Back in the Arrow Mountain, three figures fought intensely. They used many violent, powerful top

martial skills. The battle among the three Elders had begun.

"Alan, looks like you haven't made progress over the years. Humph, today I will take your life," the

Elder of the School of Arrow Skill, Devin, declared.

He madly attacked Alan with his magic arrows. The power of each arrow was much more powerful than

that of Jerome's.

The founder of Ilmen Sect left one spell restriction on each mountain for protection. Without the

restrictive spell, the Arrow Mountain would have already turned to ashes.

"Let's see if you can do that!"

Alan said as he released more internal forces and waved his blade at Devin. Upon sensing the power

his enemy had, Devin turned grim. "I didn't expect that you would break into the ninth stage!" Devin

said.

"You and your disciples should go to hell," Alan yelled, smiling hideously.

"Do you think I haven't made any breakthroughs? Do you think I don't have powerful martial skills?"

Devin snorted coldly.

In the next second, he aimed his golden magic arrow at the blade and released it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The mountain shook violently. Even with the restraint that separated the battlefield from its

surroundings, the disciples outside the field spat blood due to the impact. Terrified, they ran away in a

panic.

"You've made breakthroughs too. You even mastered a supernatural martial skill. Devin, you are a

cunning guy!" Thomas remarked, as he jumped up and attacked the two Elders.

"You're not so bad yourself, Thomas.

You already have a middle-level preliminary sword intent! Looks like you've really practiced hard in the

past years!" Devin sneered.

There were three levels of the preliminary sword intent: the beginning level, the middle level and the

high level. Darren already had a high-level preliminary sword intent but his cultivation base was too low.

If he and Thomas were at the same realm, he would have been able to take him out in a second.

Currently, Thomas's sword intent could not reach the premium stage, let alone the extreme or primitive

stage.

"Come on, it's time to end this!"

The three Elders revealed their real strengths without any reservation and started to attack one another

with their best skills.

Their weapons gave off dazzling lights of different colors, making it hard for people to watch the fight.

An hour later, all three fell to the ground, badly injured.

"Thomas, your daughter didn't kill my son. I can let her go if you stay out of this," Alan negotiated.

He was already seriously hurt due to strong sword intents. Even though he tried to pretend that he

looked fine, his pale face exposed his real condition.

The other two didn't look any better. If they continued their fight, it was very likely that they all would This belongs to - ©.

die.

"So are you afraid now, bastard? It looks like you're not going to spare Jerome. If that's the case, I will

end your life!" Devin said as he grinned. He looked determined to attack Alan.

"Devin, I will show him some mercy and let him go. But how long he can still live is not my call!"

Alan moved to the seriously injured Darren who was outside the battlefield.

"Brat, perhaps you have nothing to do with my son's death. Despite that, I'm still going to kill you. There

is no one else to blame. You have no one on your side," Alan said with a twisted face.

Darren felt slightly sad that no one could rescue him from Alan. Without a word, he looked at Thomas.

He was, after all, Thomas' disciple. He wanted to see his response. Darren didn't fear Alan much for he

knew that Alan was severely hurt. 'He consumed too much vital energy. Now, he could only release the

power of the fourth stage of the Mysterious Realm, ' he speculated.

Even though Darren was injured, he still had a great chance of surviving if he went all out.

Upon hearing this, Elsa also fixed her eyes on Thomas nervously. 'He has never paid much attention to

me. If he doesn't stand up for Darren, I will disown him!' she thought.

Thomas walked towards Darren while keeping his eyes on him.

"You're really a useless troublemaker," Thomas grunted.

Darren got angry and hurtful at his words.

"Thomas, if you let me kill this brat, I will owe you a debt. This is a good deal for you," Alan said,

laughing grimly.

"Screw you! What do you take me for? Do you think we're all shameless like you?"

Thomas unexpectedly refused his proposal.

"Despite his lack of talent, he is still my disciple. I will not watch you kill him," Thomas went on,

narrowing his eyes at Alan.

He looked back at Darren with a hint of fondness in his eyes. Then, he turned to his daughter who

stood beside Darren and said, "Elsa, bring Darren to his place and let him rest. If anyone dares to hurt

him, kill them!"

Elsa was overjoyed with his response. She started to be curious about her father. 'What kind of person

is he actually?' she wondered.

"You!" Alan was so irked that he almost spat a mouthful of blood.

His eyes glinting with ferocity, he said, "What can you do to me if I take his life?"

Then, he swung his blade and dashed towards Darren.

"Alan! Thomas! Devin! What do you think you're doing? Am I dead to you?" the sect leader said with

anger in his voice as he appeared in front of them.

He was so thin and weak. He looked as if even a child could bring him down. However, he gave off an

intense authoritative aura which made other people shudder with fear.

"Alan, it's time to test his real strength," a voice of delight resounded in Alan's head.