Chapter 1242 Comprehending The Sword Skill

Darren was most concerned about Kerr getting caught by the Gambling King. If this happened, his chances for survival were slim to none.

Seeing that Darren was badly injured, the people of the branch of the Starry Sword Sect immediately carried him back to the sect.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The news that Darren had been seriously injured spread around the circle of people who had placed bets with their killing points. Many people who had bet exorbitant sums on Darren regretted their decision to bet on him.

"Darren, my father just came back. He's in the secret room, and he is asking for you,"

Freda said, jolting Darren from his trance.

"Alright, take me there." Darren stood up and walked with Freda.

After passing through a series of secret arrays, Darren found himself in a secret room underground.

"Master Murphy, how did you get hurt?"

Darren looked up and saw Murphy's pale face. His aura was weak, and his body looked badly mangled. He had been injured badly.

"Do not worry about me, I am fine. But your subordinate has been caught by the Gambling King." He let out an exasperated sigh, and his eyes looked weary.

Darren frowned and his face darkened. "Caught? He did not kill him?"

"How dare he kill a fiend by himself? Once any fiend is caught invading the territory of the human race, it must be reported to the Tussle Holy House. The senior leaders need to decide what course of action to take," said Murphy.

"Why?"

"Ha-ha." Murphy let out a bitter chuckle. "Darren, we humans in the Primitive Wilderness are mere slaves. We had supreme gods before who released us from our shackles with their magnificent power and strength. However, we no longer have any supreme gods. We have to live cautiously. We have to be careful about dealing with the other races. Once we violate any treaties, we are in danger of extinction."

Darren felt anger bubble up within him and envelop his heart.

"Are humans really so weak?" Darren's voice was filled with fury and resentment.

Suddenly, Murphy stood up and looked at Darren, his eyes as sharp as a sword. "There are many things you don't understand, and you could not understand them even if you tried. One has to have enough strength to become all-powerful. We are all lion-hearted warriors. No man is willing to bow down to others. All the humans that have taken the insults and lived on deserve respect. I hope you c

supreme martial skill was taught to him by the leader of the Cloud Forest Sect. In the Void Space, six sword-shaped steps lined up, beckoning Darren to ascend.

Darren remembered that each step represented a level, and his soul being able to go up on one step meant that he was able to successfully comprehend the sword skill of that level.

"I'll get started. Once I master the supreme sword skill, I would not have any problem dealing with Caleb."

Darren cleared his mind and concentrated his spiritual sense on cultivation.

His soul wandered in front of the six steps. A moment later, he began to try stepping up the stairs.

Boom!

Darren's soul throbbed as countless streaks of sword intent shot out toward him.

His soul retreated quickly, but the sword intent chased him relentlessly. He could not escape it.

"What?"

Realizing that he couldn't escape, Darren immediately activated the Sword God Character in his body and released his own sword intent. The sword intent transformed into countless divine swords and collided with the terrifying sword intent that came at him.

However, Darren's sword intent was much weaker. It collapsed instantly.

Darren was surprised. His sword intent was defeated, which meant that his soul was in danger of getting pierced.

Darren immediately activated his black god's power to fight against the sword intent.

However, the sword intent seemed to morph and increase in power—just enough to suppress his black god's power.

"Damn it!"

In just a few moments, Darren's soul would be pierced by the sword intent and it would dissolve into nothingness.