CHAPTER 95 A THOUSAND-FOLD SWORD INTENT

Darren concentrated hard. Using his mind, he dripped a small amount of blood essence onto the rune-

covered paper, which immediately burned up.

"Wow, what a wonderful feeling!"

The next moment, his figure suddenly rushed to the masters of the Wonder Realm in the sky.

"What? It's Darren! Has he lost his mind? He's rushing to those masters!" someone cried out in

surprise, noticing his movements.

"Darren is rushing to those masters at the Wonder Realm! I can't believe it! What the hell is he doing?

He's freaking out!"

The people who were standing around Darren's original position also began screaming.

Even Elsa turned pale with fear. She didn't know why Darren had suddenly flown into the sky without

warning.

"Father, stop Darren. Please," Elsa begged Thomas, worried tears pooling in her eyes.

"Goddamn it!" Thomas felt angry at Darren. "He gets in trouble every time. Alas! How many sins have I

committed? Why did I get such a troublemaker as a disciple! He's causing trouble at such a critical

time!"

Thomas grumbled as his momentum surged up. He was trying to fly over to stop Darren.

"Well, I wouldn't have tried to save him… but I'm afraid he'll get in our leader's way." "Dad, come on!

Stop complaining, and stop him now," Elsa begged Thomas, her voice cracking.

"Shut up!" Wayne suddenly shouted sternly. His roar made everyone stand still.

"It's up to Darren to kill the cultivators at the Wonder Realm." Wayne's whisper reached their ears like a

thunderclap before the crowd could recover from their pause.

On the other side of the battle ring, Alan and the young man looked up into the sky, bursting into

laughter as they saw what Darren was doing.

"This boy must be a fool. How dare he rush at the cultivators of the Wonder Realm! How ridiculous!" Of

course, Darren's actions didn't escape one of the two cultivators at the Wonder Realm.

However, like everyone else, he thought the boy was on a suicide mission and couldn't be bothered to

care.

But Moore was completely unaware of Darren's arrival.

In a flash, Darren appeared next to him.

"Huh? Where did the boy come from?" Moore finally noticed him, but he was trying to hide from

Michael's Omnipotent Talent Skill and didn't care about some no-name cultivator.

Darren channeled the power of his mind, and a wonderful sword with a purple glow suddenly appeared

in his hand!

At the same time, the rune paper in his other hand began to glow strangely.

Close to the battlefield where those cultivators at the Wonder Realm were, Darren felt the pressure

grow as though it were going to explode. Instantly, his dark armor lit up against the overwhelming

pressure.

Soon, the sword core in his body surged crazily, and frightening sword intent grew rapidly like wild

weeds. The battlefield of the cultivators at the Wonder Realm was suddenly invaded by a mighty sword

intent.

"Humph, an overconfident nobody!" Sensing Darren's sword intent, Moore gave a sneer and struck him

with his blade. He was confident that with his strength of the Wonder Realm, he could easily break the

sword intent.

But he was wrong. Completely wrong. And he soon found out!

"A thousand-fold sword intent! Kill!" Darren yelled.

The powerful sword intent in his sword instantly skyrocketed a thousandfold, and enveloped the

surrounding space!

"Profound Nine Sword Skills!"

This of course was a superior martial skill, but with the thousandfold sword intent, it was dozens of

times stronger than a supernatural martial skill!

"What happened? The boy's sword intent has reached an incredible level!" Simon was startled, owns this text.

stepping back. When he had steadied himself, he said in horror, "That is the work of a rule cultivator!"

He was right. It was the rule cultivator Wayne's life's work that landed on the rune paper. The rune

could enhance the power of the user's most formidable skill by a thousandfold in an instant.

Unfortunately, due to his lack of ability, Wayne's rune could only be used by people whose cultivation

base was below the Wonder Realm. Of all the people who met this requirement in the Ilmen Sect, was

there anyone more qualified than Darren? No!

If Wayne had given Thomas that rune and increased his sword intent by a thousandfold, it would have

been much less powerful than when Darren used it. Certainly it would not be enough to kill a cultivator

of the Wonder Realm!

Given this loophole, Darren was the only one who could kill a cultivator of the Wonder Realm with it!

Feeling the unprecedented power of the sword intent, Moore lost his composure. He jerked back, wildly

brandishing his blade.

"Go to hell!" roared Darren.

Instantly, Moore was blanketed by the terrifying sword intent, drowning him like a giant wave.

With the death creeping in, Moore's eyes widened, unable to believe that a young man at the Spirit

Realm could have such frightening abilities.

He was unwilling and resentful, but in the face of the great power of the sword intent, his blade intent

was destroyed as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing fragile glasses.

"I will kill you, little brute, even if I'm going to die. Omnipotent, Talent, Skill!" In a flash, a huge thunder

blade emerged in the sky, and then fell abruptly.

As this happened, Darren's crazy sword intent had destroyed Moore. He disappeared from heaven and

earth, leaving no trace, not even dust.

However, the powerful blade in the sky was coming towards Darren. Death was hurtling towards him

quickly, and Darren felt infinite fear in his heart.

'My armor can withstand two attacks from a cultivator at the Wonder Realm, but it can't withstand

attacks from the Omnipotent Talent Skill. What should I do? Am I really going to die?' Darren thought,

horrified.

But right when Darren was about to be consumed by despair, Michael's lean figure popped up in front

of him.

"Sir! Run!" Darren shouted.

Michael didn't leave, as if he didn't hear Darren. His breath was waning as he attacked the descending

Omnipotent Talent Skill. He, who had been like a spent arrow, forcibly launched his life vitality. He was

on the verge of death.

As the power of the Omnipotent Talent Skill was weakened, Michael fell from the sky.

The blade eventually hit Darren, knocking him out of the sky and into the Shield Dome.

"Darren..."

Everyone looked at his figure, feeling a mix of complicated emotions.

Silence fell over the crowd.

"I didn't know Darren could be so powerful. I was wrong. I was really wrong," Thomas murmured, his

eyes full of regret.

Seeing Darren falling to the ground, Elsa burst into tears and immediately rushed to him.

...

"Damn, I almost died."

After a moment, Darren swore and stood up. He was blackened, as if he had been covered in a blast of

soot.

Elsa leaped over to him, wrapped her arms around him, and began to cry with relief.

"Darren's not dead. He's alive!"

Exclamations of joy rose from one to another. Soon, the loud cheers had grown deafening.

"Go get Master Michael!" Darren shouted at once.

Hearing his words, Clark immediately ran to the place where Michael fell, and picked up the emaciated

cultivator.

"He is badly injured." Clark shed silent tears at the sight of Michael, wiping them away with his sleeve.

"It's not time to celebrate yet." Wayne looked gravely up into the sky. There was still a cultivator at the

Wonder Realm, after all.

Everyone came to the realization that Darren had killed only one cultivator at the Wonder Realm. Now

that Michael was seriously injured, no one had any idea about what to do next.

"A genius! You're an amazing genius, young man." The enemy's voice rang out like a great bell.

"It's enough to shock the world for you, a cultivator at the Spirit Realm, to kill a cultivator at the Wonder

Realm even if you used the power of a rule cultivator. Rest in peace, Moore. Your death has created a

legend, and I will be the one to kill it. Ha-ha-ha!"

The ominous clouds still hung over the sky, and gloom set back into everyone's heart. "Mr. Wan, this

rune can be used one more time, right?" Darren asked quietly, frowning.

"Yes. This rune can be used twice, but Darren, even if you raise your sword intent a thousand times,

you will be killed by the cultivator at the Wonder Realm in his prime. Run away, and hope you get the

chance to avenge the dead someday," Wayne sighed helplessly.

"No, I still have a way to kill him… If only someone can distract him a little!"

Darren's words once again shocked everyone, sparking a glimmer of hope in their hearts.