Chapter 1984 Acquiring the Golden Sword (Part One)

At this moment, every ounce of Wilton's body was desperate to kill Darren. He knew that if he let the brat go, it would only cause more trouble for him in the future.

"Go to hell, you brat!"

Clang!

A long red-gold sword materialized in Wilton's hand. It looked razor-sharp and emanated some kind of powerful sword intent.

When Darren spotted the sword, his eyes lit up as if he had just received the best gift.

It was, undeniably, one of the best swords he had seen!

The strength of the Immortal God race came from the metal god's power, but they also practiced all kinds of cultivation methods. This included swordsmanship, spear skills, water skills, and fire skills.

However, their attainments in those cultivation methods meant nothing to Darren.

After all, his cultivation of the blade and sword skills had already reached the peak state in the truest sense.

Back when he was in the Primitive Wilderness, his blade and sword god's power could not compete with the dark gold god's power no matter what he did, not even if he burst out all his strength in blade and sword skills. It wasn't that

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be able to catch up with Darren, and the brat would fly back to the Celestial Sect's territory.

If the powerful warriors of the Celestial Sect came to help Darren, he was doomed. There was no way he could fight against all of them after all.

With these thoughts in his mind, Wilton made a decision. He melted a small piece of grade-six metal and fused it into his body with no hesitation.

He was well-aware that even though this trick would increase his power exponentially, it also had the potential to cause great harm to him.

It was highly likely that his meridians wouldn't survive this move. Worse, his body might explode if the god's power became too much to bear.

But he could see no other choice. If he didn't kill Darren now, he would be the one to die in the future. Thus, it was better for him to fight. At least, he would have a chance to survive if he won, and if he died here, then so be it.

Behind Darren, Wilton's figure lit up like the blazing mid-noon sun.

"Go to hell!"

shouted Wilton. His voice sounded hoarse and painful, which was a sign that all his meridians had exploded.