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   Chapter 680 Attempt To Kill The Leader Of The Bronze Palace

Lord Of Martial Arts By Meng Mian Characters: 9094

Updated: 2020-03-03 06:21

Darren walked out to the black palace, following the old man from behind.

"Halt!" the old man stared in front and shouted, abruptly stopping his tracks.

Orval was tied up by several rune chains, his body covered in purple colored bruises.

"What? Who the hell are you? How dare you mind my business?"

a short human in front of them barked. He was none other than the dwarf, Jordan.

"Silence! This man is the person who is in charge of the Mythological Palace," Darren roared loudly, offended at how this bastard wouldn't even show the slightest bit of respect.

Jordan threw a cold glare at Darren as the corners of his lips twitched to stop a smirk. "How did you get in here? Well, never mind that. After I kill all of you, I will give you my congratulations. Ha ha."

Jordan didn't give a damn about Darren's announcement. He had reached the Holy Realm now and arrogance was already embedded in his blood. There was no need to care about who was in charge of the palace.

"How dare you!" The old man's figure disappeared and then suddenly appeared above the dwarf.


The runes on the old man's palm exploded as the space in front of him began to collapse. The black space cracks caused a small wave reverberate around his target's throat.

"Ah, you! You have reached the junior level of the Holy Realm!"

The dwarf stood in shock when he sensed the strong power coming from the old man.

Once the old man ensured that the dwarf was restrained by the space cracks he had created, he walked up to Orval's side and merely waved his hand. In a second, all of his injuries recovered.

"I have to kill him right now!"

Orval's eyes turned red and he rushed towards the dwarf.

The fact was, Orval was much stronger compared to the other four sect leaders, but far weaker than a real holy warrior.

Orval kept swinging his sharp claws which had left horrible scars on Jordan's face. Despite so, it was almost impossible for him to kill a holy warrior.

"Stop! You absolute garbage, I'll kill you even if it costs my life!" Jordan was enraged. He did not have the guts to fight against the creature who was much stronger than himself. But he was the kind of person who wouldn't bear suffering losses and if he really got angry, he would dare to fight!


The black earth began to shake and rumble violently.


The space cracks that restrained the dwarf were completely shattered by a spear.

Three people gracefully landed in front of the dwarf one by one.


The dwarf was shocked when he realized who those people were. He could feel that they all had managed to step into the Holy Realm!

"You also manage to break through to the Holy Realm?"

"Of c

of thousands of years couldn't be brought back to life. Anyone would be sad.

To be fair, there were no real living beings in this palace. Without Orval, perhaps as the old man himself said, he would have gone mad too due to loneliness.

Darren felt his chest ache.

"Damn it! I will kill those bastards to avenge Orval!" Darren vowed.

"Ah!" The old man's sadness immediately changed to fury. One rune on his body exploded, and the entire hall shook.

A moment later, the shaking stopped and he raised his head, determination glinting in his eyes.

He bore a look of anger and utter humiliation. "Why should I be so merciful? Why don't I cultivate the method of killing! As a junior holy warrior, I could only stand by and watch as my child was murdered by those new holy warriors. Why am I so stupid?"

the old man roared with remorse. He regretted that he did not have any means of attacking. As a junior holy warrior, he could not even suppress the supposedly inferior holy warriors.

"Darren, you must help me kill them. Even if I break the rule of the first lord of the palace, I still want you to kill them. Promise me!" The old man was silent for a while, and then looked at Darren hopefully.

"No, sir." Darren shook his head.

"You! You don't want to help me? Why? Why?" The old man felt like he was about to go crazy.

"Sir, you misunderstood me. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I was already planning to kill them!" Darren said coldly.

"Good, that's good. You can concentrate on your cultivation. Once you reach the combat power that is equivalent to eighty percent of the Fringe Holy Will, with my help, you can kill them however you want!"

Darren looked at the old man. At that moment, he realized how horrible were the eyes looking back at him were.

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