Chapter 1207 Surrender

"Idiot! You hit the wrong person!" Amos was in a towering rage.

Darren sneered. "You still haven't understood that I have been lying to you. Who is the idiot?"

"You!" It was only then that Amos realized how absurd it was to enter into an agreement with Darren. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"You bastard. You tricked me!"

Whoosh!

Darren flew over and kicked Amos' belly.

"Cut the crap. You have thirty seconds to pledge your belief in the Conflicting Chief God, or you'll die."

"Humble Defiant Master, I would rather die than be your believer," Amos replied. Contempt glimmered in his eyes as he glared at Darren.

"You have a backbone. That is good. What about you?" Darren turned and walked toward Wilson.

"I won't believe in you. Never!"

"Okay." Darren condensed his blade and sword intents into a pair of dark red blade and sword, and hurled them at Wilson.

At that moment, Wilson felt like he was falling into a dark abyss. As he believed that he was close to death, his fear reached the extreme.

"Please, please don't kill me!" Wilson's body was covered in sweat, and he screamed.

Darren smiled knowingly and drew back his blade and sword.

"You still have fifteen seconds to make the oath. Your life depends on whether you can make it or not," Darren instructed coldly.

"I, Wilson Gui, swear by my soul that I will believe in the Conflicting Chief God for the rest of my life..." Wilson rushed to make the oath.

Almost instantly, his body emitted waves of gray aura. It was the Power of Belief produced by the successful conclusion of the pledge.

"You are a good man." Satisfied, Darren walked toward Amos.

"Surrender or die!"

"Get lost! I will never submit to a Defiant Master. That would be a blasphemy against my soul!" Amos roared.

"Then, you die."

Darren didn't want to argue with him needlessly, and he was about to kill him.

"Wait, sir." Wilson suggested as he hobbled over. With a deep sigh, he said, "Sir, let me torture him for you until he surrenders. Besides, if you kill him, you won't be able to explain your actions to the leaders of the four major forces."

Wilson had become a believer. Whether he wanted to or not, his soul had to be loyal to Darren. This was why he began to advise Darren.

"Okay, you can try." After a brief moment of contemplation, Darren withdrew his god's power and agreed.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." Wilson bowed humbly.

Almost immediately, he start

can cast one for you as a demonstration."

"Are you sure that you can make the divine weapon? The consequences will be unimaginable if my fragments are damaged!" Jefferson Kou threatened.

"I swear. There will be no problem during the casting process. Please inform the other three bosses that I'll do my best to make the weapons for them, even if I die casting," Darren said.

"There is no need. You can use my materials for testing first." Jefferson Kou continued to glare at Darren as he communicated through his spiritual sense, "You can only cast weapons for me. Do you understand?"

An impish grin tugged at the corners of Darren's lips when he received Jefferson's instructions. He had been testing the man all along as he was fairly certain that Jefferson Kou would want to make the weapons first and then find an opportunity to attack the other three major forces. Jefferson Kou's order confirmed Darren's belief.

"Okay, okay, I will do my best." Darren pretended to be humble, but his heart filled with strong killing intent.

"Well, I see. Wilson's place has a weapon casting room. Let's go there together. Bring Amos with you." Wilson bowed to Jefferson Kou and led the way.

"Wilson, Amos, heal yourselves on the way. I will need your assistance to fight and kill Jefferson!" Darren secretly commanded them as they headed to Wilson's territory.

"Yes, sir!" The two men responded with their spiritual sense but their heart fluttered wildly with fear. They were only at the low-level of the Star God Realm. Even if the woman with Darren joined them, they were still far from a match for Jefferson Kou. The chances of them surviving this battle were slim.