Chapter 633 Entering The Dragon Chasing Sect

When Darren went out and was about to leave, he told the subordinates that his father suddenly had a stroke. He asked them to carry the Governor out.

After making sure that the Governor was taken away, Darren left and went all the way south to find the Dragon Chasing Sect.

After flying for about four or five days, Darren found that the scenery around him had changed dramatically.

Streams of flowing water stretched in all directions. Mountains that stood tall and bold across the land were like paintings. Palaces in the distance were born on clouds, which were magnificent and surreal. Caught dazzled by the landscape, Darren thought that the beauty of the place was out of this world.

Darren flew over and landed on a palace hidden amongst the range of mountains.

"Huh! The restriction was so strong. It was not easy for me to fly here."

Before he flew near the palace, Darren felt that a mysteriously tremendous force was suppressing him. The effect prohibited him from flying further and getting closer to the palace.

Thus, Darren was left with no choice and landed on the ground. He then climbed up the stone ladder that he saw on an opening along the walls of the palace.

"My name is Lewis. I've received the invitation letter of the Dragon Chasing Sect," Darren said.

He took out the invitation and gave it to the two disciples guarding the entrance.

"Come with me,"

one of the disciples said coldly and walked inside, leading the way for Darren.

With confident strides, Darren followed the man all the way. After they walked for about fifteen minutes following the twists and turns from one wall to another, they came to a small hall.

"Elder, this is a newcomer. When do you plan to test him?" asked the disciple.

As Darren surveyed the entire hall with his eyes, he saw an older man sitting at the top of an elevated pedestal. With a slight glance, he took a look at Darren and asked someone to hand the invitation to him.

"He doesn't have to be tested. I just need to check his identity. You can leave now," said the old man while motioning to the disciple to leave at once.

"What? But, it's against the rule, elder. New members of the Dragon Chasing Sect need to accept eight levels of tests," the disciple who accompanied Darren said with a hesitant expression.

"Humph! I know what I'm doing. You may leave now," ordered the elder.

"Yes, elder!" the disciple responded. He gave the elder a low bow in reverence and left momentarily.

"Come here." The elder waved at Darren the moment the disciple left.

Following the elder's request, Darren walked over and stood there.

"I'll be honest with you. You are not qualified to be a member of our Dragon Chasing Sect. But we need more disciples, so we break a rule to accept you. As long as you work hard to improve your strength and do things conscientiously, you will get more benefits. Do you understand?" implored the elder.

"I got it, elder. Loud and clear," replied Darren shortly.

With Darren's confirmation, the old man came down from his chair and laid one of his hands on Darren's shoulders. His hand felt heavy on Darren's shoulder.

"Release your fist intent now," the old man commanded Darren with a firm and compelling voice.

In fact, Darren was

t at the instant he felt his aura, the elder man turned to face him.

At the sight of the middle-aged man, the old man gave a smile and said, "Elder Yves, it's enough for 300 people now."

"That's good," replied the middle-aged man shortly. Thinking about the matter at hand, Yves paused for a moment and then continued, "About half of the first batch of disciples have been dead and injured, and they need new disciples to replenish their strength. But I'm warning you, don't fool me. Otherwise, I will punish you."

"Yes, yes. Don't worry. I have worked as an elder for many years. I know that. They are all elites, and all of them will help you gain more opportunities," the old man named Elliot retorted back.

"Okay. I'll trust you with that." Yves nodded. Not a tinge of slightest doubt could be sensed on his face about his conditions with the elder man.

"Err, Elder Yves, may I ask why more than half of the first batch disciples have been killed or injured? Where is the Chief Elder? Is he dead?" At the thought of Yves' statement earlier, Elliot asked, frowning.

"Shut up! How dare you curse the Chief Elder? He is so strong and powerful! He could not die!"

"No, no, no! I just want to know if something happened to the Chief Elder. I'm just concerned about him." Sweat trickled down Elliot's forehead as he tried to make up with his insensitive statement.

"Humph!" A bit annoyed, Yves flicked his sleeve and said, "You shouldn't ask this question. Don't ask again."

With these words, Yves turned around and left with a worried look. Elliot, in turn, was left like a puzzle with a missing piece. He was confused about why Yves went berserk with his question. It might be true that something wrong might have happened to the Chief Elder, and Elliot couldn't be more specific.

Forty-five minutes later, Darren arrived at the square as Elliot told him—all prepared and geared up for the task.

As Darren lingered his sight around, studying every warrior present, he was overwhelmed to be among of the hundreds of people that had gathered there. What made him fold in a bit was none of them seemed to be weaker than Darren in their aura and cultivation base!