Chapter 875 Battle Among The Corpses (2/2)

Darren was more than a little impressed. This person had surely died tens of thousands of years ago, and yet the thunder punishment aura that clung to his bones could still summon lightning.

What was even more interesting was that Darren had seen the same blood red lightning before.

This incident reminded him of the first lord of the Mythological Palace. The holy emperor with red hair in the portrait had released blood red lightning to punish an old man with his remaining spiritual sense.

'It is rumored that the first lord of the Mythological Palace was extreme

to be a pushover.

”Good! Use your greatest power!” bellowed the black-armored man with bloodthirsty enthusiasm. Once again he hefted his halberd, and arcs of lightning roiled up and down its length.

Darren transformed into a shadow and flew towards the black-armored man.

Blade and halberd collided in slashes and sweeps, parries and thrusts, and the clangs of steel filled the air.

Power shook the cave, and the bones of long-dead warriors rattled and clattered about.

The two combatants exchanged blows yet again, until the black-armored man rammed Darren in the gut with the blunt end of his halberd.

Glowing red, Darren sailed over the ground for a moment like a shooting star until he smacked into the wall of the cave.

Though he was careful not to show it, he was shocked by how this fight was going. The physical strength of this four-tribulation junior holy warrior was beyond his imagination.

After several exchanges of blows, his blood was surging, and he knew this was going to be one tough fight.

”I must admit that you are not as weak as I thought you are,” his opponent called to him. But the loathing and arrogance in the black-armored man's tone made it clear that his words were meant as anything but praise.

Scoffing, Darren got to his feet. Withdrawing his Shura Force, he walked toward his foe. ”You're not too bad yourself, becoming a holy warrior after surviving the tribulations. But that's nothing to be proud of. You are only a four-tribulation junior holy warrior. After I have cultivated on the path of surviving the tribulations, I'll be able to kill you in no time.”

”What?” blurted the man in black armor.

The next moment, though, he gave a mocking laugh.

”Don't even think about trying to survive the tribulations! You are just dreaming, little man.”

The way he saw it, there were no words more ignorant or childish than what Darren had just said to him.

'He has entered the Holy Realm by comprehending the Holy Will, ' the black-armored man thought. 'But now he believes he can cultivate on the path of surviving the tribulations? That will never happen.'