Chapter 1291 Mopping Up The Treasure Houses (2/2)

The next moment, he was stunned by what he saw.

There were at least two thousand complete divine pattern crystals in this cabinet!

”The weakest ones are at level-four, while most of them are at the fifth or sixth levels...” Darren muttered under his breath after studying them carefully.

There were eighteen level-seven divine patterns and one at level-nine!

”A level-nine divine pattern!” Murphy exclaimed, also shocked. He could not help but take a deep gulp as he eyed the level-nine divine pattern greedily. A level-nine divine pattern was indeed a very rare treasure in the world.

”Darren, take them!” he urged.

Darren did not hesitate. In the blink of an eye, he stored all the divine patterns into his Space Ring.

They left no cabinet unopened, no stone unturned until they collected all the trea

da was in his hands.

”What do you want?” Murphy roared.

”It's not about what I want, it's about what they want. In fact, I have already inquired about the matter for you. They only ask for killing points and divine patterns. They don't demand very large numbers.” Maxwell paused dramatically. ”They want one hundred million killing points and one hundred level-five divine patterns,” he finally said.

”Do you think I'm like you, Maxwell? Do I look like I have that many killing points and divine patterns?” Murphy spat disgustedly.

”Stop barking at me like that!” Maxwell snapped impatiently. ”I'm just trying to help. If you don't appreciate my kindness, then get out of here.”

”You!” A sword already floated from behind Murphy. ”Maxwell, you'd better think about the consequences. If I fight you and die here today, think about how you can bear the fury of our Starry Sword Region!”

”Come on, gentlemen! I'm sure you can solve the problem through a peaceful negotiation. Please sit down!” one of the three old men suddenly cut in. Darren noticed they had been listening with great interest.

”Fine. Take your time. We can negotiate slowly. I have no plans of killing you, Murphy. However...” Maxwell's eyes narrowed at Darren. ”I will take that brat's life no matter what!”

Actually, ever since Darren and Murphy entered, Maxwell's gaze had been fixed on Darren the whole time.

Back then, Darren made him lose hundreds of millions of killing points and dozens of level-five divine patterns. Seething with rage, Maxwell had been plotting to kill Darren ever since then.

However, he dared not attack Darren in person, for fear that he would lose his reputation in the gambling circle, so he hired the Blood Abyss Sect to do so. To his surprise, Darren had managed to survive.

And he even dared come here, on his territory. How could he not kill him?