Nobilis of War

Darren had recruited everyone within a thousand kilometers and boosted his force to over three hundred thousand in a short time. Among them were dozens of masters at the Star God Realm, a feat that skyrocketed the Power of Belief that Darren obtained.

This Power of Belief continually poured into Darren's body, strengthening his black god's power.

"My black god's power seems to be changing." Darren could feel that his black god's power had grown stronger again and that perhaps, it had eclipsed the dark gold god's power.

"If I continue to raise my level and enter the upper-level of the Domain God Realm, I will be at par with a warrior at the upper-level of the Star God Realm. In a battle, I can flee even if I can't defeat my opponents. At least, I won't die."

As long as Darren's cultivation base improved, his swordplay and blade skills would advance as well. At that time, his strength would increase along with the dark gold god's power and the black god's power.

Eager to attain this upgrade, Darren chose to cultivate in seclusion instead of attacking nearby forces.

However, reality gave him no time to catch his breath. A few days later, a spooky aura enveloped him.

"Darren, Davis has come again!" Finley flew over and informed him.

"What?" Darren also felt Davis' aura.

"He is afraid of your real body, isn't he? Then, how dare he come here?" Darren asked.

"I don't know. I tried to intimidate him when he arrived, but he slapped me away. He must have found someone to rely on." Finley placed a hand on his chest where he had been hit. He winced when a fresh wave of pain coursed through him.

"Heal yourself first. I'll take someone else with me to investigate." Darren immediately informed Carlisle and the other companions and flew out with them.

Three people levitated in the sky above the sect. Their manner was intimidating, and they emitted a strong aura of oppression.

Darren took the lead and flew upwards.

"Davis, how dare you come to me again?" Darren questioned calmly.

"Well, it seems that your friend's supporter doesn't pose a threat to me. Would you like to submit to me, or do you want me to enslave you?" Darren fell into a contemplative silence when he heard Davis' ultimatum.

He glanced at the two men next to Davis as he considered his options. They seemed as intimidating as Davis. These two men were the strongest warriors under Davis' command, and he had brought them to ensure Darren's defeat.

As they were loyal to Davis, he wasn't afraid that the news of the Defiant Master's capture would spread out.

"It seems that I have no choice," Darren replied calmly.

"It's good to hear that you understand." A victorious grin lit up Davis' face when he heard the reply. He had expected a ferocious battle, but it appeared as though the Defiant Master would submit peacefully. "I mean, I have no choice but to kill you," Darren sneered and immediately called his companions.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Three shadows appeared beside Darren. "The fiend race?"

A shiver traveled through Davis when he saw the three figures.

The three people in front of him looked like human beings, but they also had the unique scales and horns of the fiend race.

"Carlisle, please, kill all of them!" Darren stepped back after he gave his order.

"Humph. You lowly Defiant Master! How dare you collude with the fiend race? Kill them!"

Davis roared just before he shot toward Carlisle and his companions.

"You are at the upper-level of the Star God Realm? Can you beat me?"

Fiendish aura had invaded Carlisle earlier, and this had negatively affected his strength. Now that he had completed the transformation, he had recovered his strength and made significant progress. He believed that a warrior at the upper-level Star God Realm did not pose a threat to him.

Boom!

Several cyclones mixed with fiendish aura rushed out and attacked Davis.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The god's power exploded in the sky, and the whole area shook.

Meanwhile, Carlisle's men battled against Davis' followers. They were a little overwhelmed as they were only at the middle-level of the Star God Realm.

After observing the battle for a while, Darren was certain that he had nothing to worry about and immediately flew back to the sect.

"Wilson, summon all the men and get ready to leave immediately," Darren ordered.

"Sir, your friends are powerful enough to deal with them. Why should we leave?" Wilson asked, perplexed.

"You've always been smart. So consider this, will we be safe if we kill these people from the Xiling Clan? Not only do we have to move, but we also need to find a place where the members of the Xiling Clan would not dare to go. Do you know of such a place?" Darren asked.

"Oh, my apologies. I hadn't thought that far ahead. Now I understand." Wilson patted himself on the head.

He considered various options for a while but found it difficult to think of a place where they would be safe from the Xiling Clan members.

"Sir, do you know the Chaotic Hell?" Wilson asked.

"I heard from Carlisle that the most powerful Defiant Master controlled it, but he was later suppressed, so the Chaotic Hell became a land without an owner. Only outlaws dare to step into it," Darren frowned as he replied.

"You are right." Wilson nodded.

"Are you suggesting that we flee to the Chaotic Hell? That won't work, will it? We can't leave the Tussle Region yet."

Darren and his companions didn't have the powerful cultivation base required to exit the Tussle Region.

"No, I mean there is a place like the Chaotic Hell in the Tussle Region," Wilson explained with a shake of his head. "Where is it?" Having never heard of such a place, Darren's curiosity was piqued.

"It is said that a powerful Defiant Master once ruled in the Ninth Precipitous Mountain in the northwest Tussle Region. But he disappeared, and no one knows why. It is said that this land repulsed all the orthodox powers in the Tussle Region and that even the people from the Tussle Holy House would not dare to intrude there. But we, the scattered forces, may have the opportunity," Wilson elaborated.

"The Xiling Clan is also considered an orthodox force of the Tussle Region. As long as we enter the Ninth Precipitous Mountain, we will be safe." When Darren didn't reply, Wilson offered the explanation with the hopes that it would convince him.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. There must be many strong people in the Ninth Precipitous Mountain," Darren sighed.

"It's our only option. At least we don't have any enemies there. If we hide well, cultivate and grow stronger, we will have a chance to survive," Wilson persisted.

"That makes sense. Then let's head for the Ninth Precipitous Mountain."

"Sir, there is one more thing." Wilson clasped his hands and bowed.

"What is it?"

"Since we're going into hiding, perhaps it's best only to take some of the elite warriors. As for the rest, we should consider dispersing them." As he didn't know how Darren would react to this suggestion, Wilson was uneasy.

"What?" Darren hesitated for a while. Then, he said, "They are my subordinates. Will such a decision disappoint them?"

"Sir, we have no choice. They can join a new force after they are dismissed. Such a step would increase their chances of survival. As they are your believers, they will still be loyal to you even if they join other forces. I don't see any harm in this decision." Wilson tried to persuade him.

The explanation made sense to Darren.

The strength of the subordinates that Darren had recruited varied. While some could be considered elite, others were still at the Primary God Realm. If they moved together, it would not only slow down the progress of the entire force, but it would jeopardize them.

"Fine. Please arrange it. We will take the people at the Star God Realm, and the others will be dispersed," Darren ordered.

"Yes, sir." Wilson retreated.0000