Chapter 870 Is That True (1/2)

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.