Chapter 647 Looking For The Holy Tomb (1/2)

A monstrous roar shook the air.

On his way here, Darren had absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy from the purple leaf. Thanks to the pyramid-shaped object rotating in his elixir field, he had accumulated a large number of demonic internal force and the dragon blood aura.

So the minute the big guy launched his own attack, Darren turned into a dragon.

Had he not done so, he would definitely not be able to win this fight.

The genuine dragon, which was thirty feet long, had power unmatched in this world.

The newly-transformed Darren spun, swinging his dragon tail, and struck the man's mace while it was still in motion. There was an explosion of power as the big guy was blown back a great distance, taking his weapon with him.

The onlookers were dumbfounded to see this.

The man was anything but the weakest among them, and yet this dragon-man had swept him away with ease. Darren's power was terrifying indeed.

They turned toward Hobson and addressed him respectfully.

”Hey, buddy, your junior fellow apprentice sure is powerful,” one of them said.

”Who is he? Is he a legendary demon?” Polite though they were, the men were just as nervous. The last thing they wanted to do was offend the dragon which still hovered overhead.

”Humph, how can I explain this to you casually?” Hobson replied coldly as he straightened his clothes. He figured now was the time to put on airs.

”Well, you should've told us how strong your brother is,” one of the onlookers said. ”Nixon would've thought twice about messing with him!”

Hobson drew himself up. ”What, then, are you going to blame me for this?”

The strongest of the men was quick to answer him, ”No, that's not what we mean at all! We're not blaming you for anything. In any case, you're welcome to join us! Ha ha!” Saying this, he clapped Hobson on the shoulder for good measure.

Just then, Darren changed back to his normal form and joined them on the ground. He had no intention of killing Nixon Cao, only intimidating him and, more generally, making sure these other people knew better than to mess with him.

”You're welcome to join us,” one of the men said, facing him. ”What's your name?”

”Darren Chu,” he replied without bravado.

”Nice to meet you, Darren.” There was a murmur of greetings from the group, and each member nodded at Darren courteously.