Chapter 870 Is That True

It was becoming evident just how strong a two-tribulation inferior holy warrior was.

The raw power emanating from his cold blade was enough for Darren to know that he should not take his opponent lightly. The inferior holy warrior wielded his blade so skillfully in a way that Darren could not predict the direction it was headed. What he was witnessing was the difference between surviving the tribulations and comprehending the Holy Will to enter the Holy Realm.

'How can he pull off that kind of pure skill? I have never seen such thing in my entire life, ' Darren thought just as he narrowly avoided getting sliced by a blade that was just inches away from his head.

The air whistled where the blade passed through, effectively knocking him back to reality.

His own sword and blade intents swept out to block his opponent's blow.

This move didn't even make the two-tribulation inferior holy warrior flinch. The corpse man's face remained impassive as he hewed his swords against Darren's resistance.

Then, a shrill sound broke out.

The corpse man's blade sliced through Darren's blade and sword intents easily as if it was only slicing through a cake. Darren's blade and sword intents split apart. A light shot out from the collision, looking like a meteor flying across the void.

Darren cried out in astonishment and fear.

He knew that the two-tribulation inferior holy warrior was strong, but experiencing it first hand was entirely different. It left him awestruck by the sheer force of the warrior's abilities.

As their blades kissed, it jarred the space around them, tearing through the air upon the lethal impact. Darren could feel the numbing cold of the blade as it pressed down on him.

Hastily, he brandished his sword and blade, forming a perfect arch of light in the air.

They were immediately surrounded by the sounds of weapons clashing and clanging against one another. Darren exerted his physical strength with each blow.

The blue-skinned man who was watching the battle from the side was beginning to sense that there was something different about Darren for he was not as weak as he appeared to be. "This one seems powerful,"

he sneered.

"I'll be sure to enjoy this interesting show." After a few rounds, Darren was beginning to see a pattern in his foe's strikes. This eased his mind a little, allowing him to put in more force and intensity in his own attacks.

"Number 89, go and kill him!"

the blue-skinned man shouted immediately upon realizing just how powerful Darren could get.

"Yes, sir!" The inferior holy warrior obeyed. The expression on his face remained unchanged.

"Profound Nine Cracks!" he roared.

Suddenly, his power swelled a million times over. Just one heavy blow could shake the entire ground beneath their feet.

"His strength is not of this world. I might not be able to resist it much longer."

Darren staggered back by the force of it. The combination of raw power and a masterful martial arts skill was too much.

"But I'm not going to give up just yet!"

Darren gritted his teeth in defiance. His fighting spirit was threatening to burst out of him like a flood. Until finally, it

becoming apparent to him that this must be another resurrected corpse. But it was baffling how it seemed to have a mind of its own and arrogant at that.

Darren knew that a tribulation holy warrior who had a mind of his own was very hard to deal with. Even those in the low level would prove to be difficult for him to defeat.

Judging by this one's domineering aura and manners, it was likely that he would be far stronger than the two-tribulation inferior holy warrior that he had just defeated.

"I won't kneel down. Go to hell!"

Darren forced himself to remain calm. He pushed away the fear threatening to well up inside him.

"You are nothing but a puppet. I don't think you will truly kill me," he added scornfully.

He knew that this man was simply a weapon wielded by the Space-time Palace. He had no control of his actions. But Darren could also sense that this man didn't wish to kill him either for if he had intentions of killing him, he would have done it a while ago without hesitation.

Then, a shadow jumped out of the darkness and stood beside the black-armored man.

"You sure do have some guts."

"I'm flattered to hear that, but please, who are you?" Darren asked, sarcastically. Up to this point, he knew that a fight would be inevitable especially since he still couldn't find an escape.

"Call me Misty Emperor!" the shadow replied.

Darren rolled his eyes at that. "Everyone in the world wants to become a holy emperor nowadays. And then they call themselves that when in fact they're only pretending to be one."

The shadow stepped towards Darren, threateningly.

"According to the information I got about you, you mentioned many times that you've seen a holy emperor somewhere."

The shadow had disregarded personal boundaries as he got close enough to Darren for their breath to mingle in the scant space between them. "Is that true?"

Then, a loud rumble cut through the air.

The ground shook violently and everything around them began to collapse. Layer by layer, the space began peeling off until Darren could only feel an indomitable aura enveloping him wholly.