Chapter 1139 Victory (Part One) (1/2)

”It looks like your avatar is smart enough to figure out how we are both connected.” Xavier Chu had a wry smile on his face as if he disdained Darren.

”So, you are the same person as me!” Darren exclaimed. If Darren still couldn't figure it out, he would be a fool.

However, it was difficult for him to accept the truth, and he couldn't make sense of many things.

For example, why were they so different in terms of personality if they were the same person? Moreover, why did they have the same family name if they were clearly born in two different places and eras? More importantly, who on earth put them in that ball with walnut-like shell? What was this all for?

All these questions still bothered Darren.

”I know we exist because of the space-time disorder, but how did we come to practice the exact same Blade and Sword Cultivation at the same time? We're two different individuals! It's unreasonable!”

At that point, Darren was completely baffled. He embarked on the path of Blade and Sword Cultivation by a coincidence. But why would Xavier take this path?

”Yes, we are ages apart, but why are you so stupid? Everything is predestined. All of the things that happened and will happen had been arranged, including your way of cultivation!

When my great Chu Clan in Primitive Wilderness was destroyed, I became its only hope. As the Reincarnation Master, I was put on this land. I didn't expect something to go wrong halfway, which prevented me from returning for hundreds of millions of years.

Finally! I've waited so long for the opportunity to kill you! Only by killing you can I really go back to the Primitive Wilderness and bear the responsibility of rebuilding my Chu Clan!” Xavier said.

”You mean to tell me that you can't return to the Primitive Wilderness because of my existence? Then that means you must have been waiting for this moment since the ancient times,” Darren replied.

”You bet I am!” Xavier's face darkened. ”Because you are my other self, you'd better commit suicide. Don't force me to kill you myself.”

”Ha-ha!” Darren sneered coldly. ”Even if you're telling the truth, I am an independent individual now. Why should I die because of you?”

”Oh, so you want me to kill you?”

”By all means. I'd like to see you try.” Darren's

t's him!”

Darren's eyes were locked on the old man, whom he met in the Badlands at a previous time.